Drabble: Don't Look Now
Title: Don't Look Now
Word Count: 200
Genre: FPS/RPS
Characters/Pairing: No names are mentioned, so it can be whomever you choose.
Rating: R
Warnings: Intimate moments and implied sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own them and sadly never will. No profit - all for fun.
Author's Comments: Fourth and final submission for boosh_shorts Challenge 13: Films
The black satin may have been covering his sapphire blues but it certainly wasn’t blocking off his sight. Even under the silky cover of darkness, his eyes were familiar with this scene and knew every precise move of the other man. He could be blind for the rest of his life but he’d never miss a single smile or look thrown his way. Not from him.
Large, warm hands secured the bonds around his skinny wrists and ran slowly down his arms. He could tell from the cautious movements that he’d be looking down at him, studying his reactions, ensuring he was okay.
Velvet lips left heated trails down his pale chest and he didn’t have to see to know that soon he’d feel the coarse hairs of his moustache twitch against his ribcage.
Strong arms supported him, lifting his hips into position and holding him steady. He couldn’t feel them trembling with anticipation but he’d wager they were.
He couldn’t see but he could feel their skin pressed together, taste and smell the sweat, hear the sounds pass between them and echo in the room. He knew the feel of every action, each careful touch and it excited him.
Word Count: 200
Genre: FPS/RPS
Characters/Pairing: No names are mentioned, so it can be whomever you choose.
Rating: R
Warnings: Intimate moments and implied sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own them and sadly never will. No profit - all for fun.
Author's Comments: Fourth and final submission for boosh_shorts Challenge 13: Films
The black satin may have been covering his sapphire blues but it certainly wasn’t blocking off his sight. Even under the silky cover of darkness, his eyes were familiar with this scene and knew every precise move of the other man. He could be blind for the rest of his life but he’d never miss a single smile or look thrown his way. Not from him.
Large, warm hands secured the bonds around his skinny wrists and ran slowly down his arms. He could tell from the cautious movements that he’d be looking down at him, studying his reactions, ensuring he was okay.
Velvet lips left heated trails down his pale chest and he didn’t have to see to know that soon he’d feel the coarse hairs of his moustache twitch against his ribcage.
Strong arms supported him, lifting his hips into position and holding him steady. He couldn’t feel them trembling with anticipation but he’d wager they were.
He couldn’t see but he could feel their skin pressed together, taste and smell the sweat, hear the sounds pass between them and echo in the room. He knew the feel of every action, each careful touch and it excited him.