Title: Marking him [Tower Prep]
Title: Marking him
Word Count: 607
Challenge: solarbaby614's Five Acts Round Seven: Tower Prep: Ian/Conner: Staring biting with more then a bit of Possessiveness and some Pampering, and as always hints of a his coming Fall.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ian/Conner and reverences to Ian/Coach
Series: All my Tower Prep fics are linked
Summary: Ian makes things clear to Conner.
“That, that feels good Ian, really good,” Conner almost moaned as Ian manipulated his thumbs into the muscles of the spy’s upper back.
Ian grinned as he watched the mirror and saw Conner’s eyelids fluttering as the teen moaned, “I want to make you feel very good,” he whispered into Conner’s ear, biting and tugging on the earlobe while his teeth were there.
“Well if you keep this up I’m going to feel really good without even having to take my boxers off,” Conner confessed in husky voice, pushing up into Ian.
“You better not,” Ian stated, his voice clear and level, “You hold it until I say otherwise, got it Conner!” he ordered, sliding his hands down Conner’s back slowly, hitting the major stress points.
Conner answered came in bits and chucks between his moans and groans under Ian’s hands, “Oh god that’s going to be hard. Where did you learn to do all this? You’re amazing.”
“I’ve had a great teacher. The things he’s taught me…” Ian choose to trail off as he slide his teeth over the skin of Conner’s neck even as he ground his jean clad cock dick into Conner’s boxer covered ass, “Are amazing.”
Conner’s whole body pushed back for a fraction of a second, then he was pulling back, his eyes wide as he started into the mirrored reflection of Ian’s eye. “Ian, I’m not-“
“Relax,” Ian cut in with a smile, pulling his hips back, “It’s not time for that. not yet,” he reassured the man beneath him, “in fact, turn over. It is time we reached the point of tonight,” he ordered, pushing himself the rest of the way off Conner.
Slowly, unsure, Conner did as he was told and turned around to look into Ian’s eye, and then at all of Ian. Something which always left him breathless.
“I think you’ll enjoy this,” Ian said grinning as he slide back until he was over Conner’s groin area. He then slide his hand up Conner’s right thigh, pushing up the fabric of his boxers to show the other teen’s pail and solid leg. “I know I will.”
“What? What are you doing Ian?” Conner asked as he watched Ian starting at his right inner thigh then lean in. He felt the lick and the strapping of teeth over his skin. He had opened his month to ask again when he felt the teeth dig in. “Aaahhhh, Ian what the-“
Ian cut Conner off with a rough kiss. Mashing their teeth together even as he probed and plundered Conner’s mouth as much as tongue would let him. Ending the kiss only when he knew Conner needed to breath. “You’re mine. Just like him. Got that Conner.”
Conner glared at Ian in confusion while trying to catch his breath before trying to push Ian off him only to be shoved back to the floor, “You bit me, and who-“
“Doesn’t matter,” Ian stated clearly, pushing him thumb into the fresh bite mark, his eyes ever leaving Conner’s, grinning at Conner’s almost suppressed gasp at the pain, “You’re mine, right now that’s all you need to worry about understand Conner,”
“Ian,” Conner began only to lose his train of through when he felt Ian thumb being pressed into his tight while they groins were grinned together.
“Mine. Say it.”
“Yours, god let me-“
“Come.”
The moment Ian said the word Conner let go and felt it rip it’s way through his body hard leaving his boxers wet, his body boneless.
“That’s a good Conner,” Ian said with a smile, nipping at Conner’s neck.
Conner just laid there, everything but Ian forgotten.
Word Count: 607
Challenge: solarbaby614's Five Acts Round Seven: Tower Prep: Ian/Conner: Staring biting with more then a bit of Possessiveness and some Pampering, and as always hints of a his coming Fall.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ian/Conner and reverences to Ian/Coach
Series: All my Tower Prep fics are linked
Summary: Ian makes things clear to Conner.
“That, that feels good Ian, really good,” Conner almost moaned as Ian manipulated his thumbs into the muscles of the spy’s upper back.
Ian grinned as he watched the mirror and saw Conner’s eyelids fluttering as the teen moaned, “I want to make you feel very good,” he whispered into Conner’s ear, biting and tugging on the earlobe while his teeth were there.
“Well if you keep this up I’m going to feel really good without even having to take my boxers off,” Conner confessed in husky voice, pushing up into Ian.
“You better not,” Ian stated, his voice clear and level, “You hold it until I say otherwise, got it Conner!” he ordered, sliding his hands down Conner’s back slowly, hitting the major stress points.
Conner answered came in bits and chucks between his moans and groans under Ian’s hands, “Oh god that’s going to be hard. Where did you learn to do all this? You’re amazing.”
“I’ve had a great teacher. The things he’s taught me…” Ian choose to trail off as he slide his teeth over the skin of Conner’s neck even as he ground his jean clad cock dick into Conner’s boxer covered ass, “Are amazing.”
Conner’s whole body pushed back for a fraction of a second, then he was pulling back, his eyes wide as he started into the mirrored reflection of Ian’s eye. “Ian, I’m not-“
“Relax,” Ian cut in with a smile, pulling his hips back, “It’s not time for that. not yet,” he reassured the man beneath him, “in fact, turn over. It is time we reached the point of tonight,” he ordered, pushing himself the rest of the way off Conner.
Slowly, unsure, Conner did as he was told and turned around to look into Ian’s eye, and then at all of Ian. Something which always left him breathless.
“I think you’ll enjoy this,” Ian said grinning as he slide back until he was over Conner’s groin area. He then slide his hand up Conner’s right thigh, pushing up the fabric of his boxers to show the other teen’s pail and solid leg. “I know I will.”
“What? What are you doing Ian?” Conner asked as he watched Ian starting at his right inner thigh then lean in. He felt the lick and the strapping of teeth over his skin. He had opened his month to ask again when he felt the teeth dig in. “Aaahhhh, Ian what the-“
Ian cut Conner off with a rough kiss. Mashing their teeth together even as he probed and plundered Conner’s mouth as much as tongue would let him. Ending the kiss only when he knew Conner needed to breath. “You’re mine. Just like him. Got that Conner.”
Conner glared at Ian in confusion while trying to catch his breath before trying to push Ian off him only to be shoved back to the floor, “You bit me, and who-“
“Doesn’t matter,” Ian stated clearly, pushing him thumb into the fresh bite mark, his eyes ever leaving Conner’s, grinning at Conner’s almost suppressed gasp at the pain, “You’re mine, right now that’s all you need to worry about understand Conner,”
“Ian,” Conner began only to lose his train of through when he felt Ian thumb being pressed into his tight while they groins were grinned together.
“Mine. Say it.”
“Yours, god let me-“
“Come.”
The moment Ian said the word Conner let go and felt it rip it’s way through his body hard leaving his boxers wet, his body boneless.
“That’s a good Conner,” Ian said with a smile, nipping at Conner’s neck.
Conner just laid there, everything but Ian forgotten.