Cause I Can, Leverage, Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer, acrobaticpenknifeFebruary 2 2014, 19:07:55 UTC
"You know, just because you can do something, doesn't mean that you should," Eliot says.
"I don't understand," Parker says. She probably doesn't, either.
He's lying on his back with Hardison straddling him, his cock up Hardison's ass. Hardison has Parker in his lap riding his own cock, her legs around his waist. Eliot doesn't have a problem with anything about this situation except that his lower back is going numb.
"I mean you're awfully damn heavy."
"It's cool, let me just--" Hardison says, and shifts his weight. It feels really good, and doesn't do a thing about the essential problem. "That's better, right?"
"No."
"You want me to get off?"
"No," he says, even though he knows that's perverse.
"I can fix it," Parker says, and arches easily back into a backbend, her head on Eliot's chest and her hands beside his shoulders. That actually helps, as she takes her own weight. Parker being Parker, the next thing she does is unwrap her legs from around Hardison and bend them until her arched feet are resting on Eliot's shoulders.
"How can you even do that?" Hardison says.
"Easy," she says, with a beatific smile. "I can't really move my hips like this, though, so you're going to have to do the work."
"I expect I can manage that," Hardison says, his hands around her hips. He pulls her to him to thrust, and Eliot can feel the drag up the length of his cock as Hardison moves, and then the hot pressure as he settles back. He can't move his hips either, but he can take Parker's ankles and press her gently toward Hardison the next time he thrusts forward.
"Okay?" he asks.
"Can you do that harder?" she says.
He does it harder, and then does it again, and they find a rhythm like that. Every thrust is driving Hardison's weight down onto his cock, and he can feel his orgasm threatening. If he struggled harder to shove his hips up, if he could grind himself in just a little harder, he could probably come right now.
He seriously wants to, but he wants to make it good for them even more than that, so he grits his teeth and hangs on. The arches of Parker's feet tense under his hands.
"I need you to do that thing, with your fingers--" Parker says breathlessly.
"You mean you can't use your hands in that position?" Hardison asks. "I'm frankly disappointed in you."
"I don't understand," Parker says. She probably doesn't, either.
He's lying on his back with Hardison straddling him, his cock up Hardison's ass. Hardison has Parker in his lap riding his own cock, her legs around his waist. Eliot doesn't have a problem with anything about this situation except that his lower back is going numb.
"I mean you're awfully damn heavy."
"It's cool, let me just--" Hardison says, and shifts his weight. It feels really good, and doesn't do a thing about the essential problem. "That's better, right?"
"No."
"You want me to get off?"
"No," he says, even though he knows that's perverse.
"I can fix it," Parker says, and arches easily back into a backbend, her head on Eliot's chest and her hands beside his shoulders. That actually helps, as she takes her own weight. Parker being Parker, the next thing she does is unwrap her legs from around Hardison and bend them until her arched feet are resting on Eliot's shoulders.
"How can you even do that?" Hardison says.
"Easy," she says, with a beatific smile. "I can't really move my hips like this, though, so you're going to have to do the work."
"I expect I can manage that," Hardison says, his hands around her hips. He pulls her to him to thrust, and Eliot can feel the drag up the length of his cock as Hardison moves, and then the hot pressure as he settles back. He can't move his hips either, but he can take Parker's ankles and press her gently toward Hardison the next time he thrusts forward.
"Okay?" he asks.
"Can you do that harder?" she says.
He does it harder, and then does it again, and they find a rhythm like that. Every thrust is driving Hardison's weight down onto his cock, and he can feel his orgasm threatening. If he struggled harder to shove his hips up, if he could grind himself in just a little harder, he could probably come right now.
He seriously wants to, but he wants to make it good for them even more than that, so he grits his teeth and hangs on. The arches of Parker's feet tense under his hands.
"I need you to do that thing, with your fingers--" Parker says breathlessly.
"You mean you can't use your hands in that position?" Hardison asks. "I'm frankly disappointed in you."
"Well, if you want me to try--"
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