five kinky drabbles (1)
title: five kinky drabbles (1)
author: phinnia
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches; I own nothing.
author's note: this is set #1 in ten sets of five one-hundred word drabbles. Because I need practice, and I need to clear my head to do any of the long things I have to do, so.
edit: this fic has a podfic! done by little_missmimi here. so good. <3
1. Kinky
It all started at the store. Three towns away; House got there first, putting to rest any of Wilson's accusations of being followed. He was deliberating between two dildoes when he heard a noise of shock, some desperation; looked up to see Wilson whiffling through "The Idiot's Guide To Gay Sex", trying not to meet House's eyes.
House smiled, a simple quirk of a lip, and dangled a blue rubber cockring in front of Wilson's face.
"See anything you like?"
Wilson - all wide-eyes, couldn't choke back the moan.
They went to the register together, and straight home after that.
*
2. Toys.
Initially House thought he had the upper hand.
Until he saw the contents of Wilson's basket.
"I'm just buying the book for an ex." He laughed, skirting fingers around the wound in House's thigh as they drove home. "He really needs it."
"Right." House murmured, still half in shock from the dangerous speed of this, head spinning a high-orbit whirl as he remembered the rest of that basket; silicone butt plugs in a rainbow of colours and sizes, soft leather restraints, three different types of lube, an odd-looking prostate stimulator.
Wilson saw House digging around in the bag and grinned.
*
3. Leather
Snap-crack; musky leather makes his mouth water. Knows what's coming, the eager chafe, fire that dwells inside him and flares high with every glance and press. He like it hard, fast, rough. He doesn't know why he needs this, why the crave tugs from the heart of his bones; but it's only when he's tied up (down?) that his overtaxed Ferrari-brain slows down, ticks into a silence like a heavy blanket. Paradoxical he should want this, since he chafes at every authority: but the heart (cock) wants what it wants, takes all and leaves him wrung-dry, sex-sated, flying and breathless.
4. Silk
Helping Wilson move out of Bonnie's lair. Stolen silk boxers are even more delicious, especially when drizzled with Wilson's cologne. Trails them along thighs, denying pleasure with one hand while searching it out with another, struggling against his own desires, left hand ignorant of the right. Slip-and-slide, again and again, up-down-flutter-twist-around and breathe, just breathe and start again. It makes his head spin wild and crazy, heart thumping on the cage walls - close, so closesoclose and back away; when he finally comes it's an explosion of white over black silk, blots his vision, smell that says Wilson, Wilson, Wilson.
5. Drag
Drag shows in college - easy to convince the idiots that their tactics failed outright when you nodded and came up with something crazier right off, watch them back off and stay away from the village lunatic. So much fun to play with idiots, even then.
Shows Wilson some pictures when they're drunk one night - why? who knows - and then he's down on his knees wearing an Alice hairband and Stacy's Punk Pearlescent lipstick sloppy-smeared on his lips, sucking Wilson's cock like he couldn't get enough, and Wilson's fingers tangled in his hair, voice hissing yes, yes, yes.
author: phinnia
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches; I own nothing.
author's note: this is set #1 in ten sets of five one-hundred word drabbles. Because I need practice, and I need to clear my head to do any of the long things I have to do, so.
edit: this fic has a podfic! done by little_missmimi here. so good. <3
1. Kinky
It all started at the store. Three towns away; House got there first, putting to rest any of Wilson's accusations of being followed. He was deliberating between two dildoes when he heard a noise of shock, some desperation; looked up to see Wilson whiffling through "The Idiot's Guide To Gay Sex", trying not to meet House's eyes.
House smiled, a simple quirk of a lip, and dangled a blue rubber cockring in front of Wilson's face.
"See anything you like?"
Wilson - all wide-eyes, couldn't choke back the moan.
They went to the register together, and straight home after that.
*
2. Toys.
Initially House thought he had the upper hand.
Until he saw the contents of Wilson's basket.
"I'm just buying the book for an ex." He laughed, skirting fingers around the wound in House's thigh as they drove home. "He really needs it."
"Right." House murmured, still half in shock from the dangerous speed of this, head spinning a high-orbit whirl as he remembered the rest of that basket; silicone butt plugs in a rainbow of colours and sizes, soft leather restraints, three different types of lube, an odd-looking prostate stimulator.
Wilson saw House digging around in the bag and grinned.
*
3. Leather
Snap-crack; musky leather makes his mouth water. Knows what's coming, the eager chafe, fire that dwells inside him and flares high with every glance and press. He like it hard, fast, rough. He doesn't know why he needs this, why the crave tugs from the heart of his bones; but it's only when he's tied up (down?) that his overtaxed Ferrari-brain slows down, ticks into a silence like a heavy blanket. Paradoxical he should want this, since he chafes at every authority: but the heart (cock) wants what it wants, takes all and leaves him wrung-dry, sex-sated, flying and breathless.
4. Silk
Helping Wilson move out of Bonnie's lair. Stolen silk boxers are even more delicious, especially when drizzled with Wilson's cologne. Trails them along thighs, denying pleasure with one hand while searching it out with another, struggling against his own desires, left hand ignorant of the right. Slip-and-slide, again and again, up-down-flutter-twist-around and breathe, just breathe and start again. It makes his head spin wild and crazy, heart thumping on the cage walls - close, so closesoclose and back away; when he finally comes it's an explosion of white over black silk, blots his vision, smell that says Wilson, Wilson, Wilson.
5. Drag
Drag shows in college - easy to convince the idiots that their tactics failed outright when you nodded and came up with something crazier right off, watch them back off and stay away from the village lunatic. So much fun to play with idiots, even then.
Shows Wilson some pictures when they're drunk one night - why? who knows - and then he's down on his knees wearing an Alice hairband and Stacy's Punk Pearlescent lipstick sloppy-smeared on his lips, sucking Wilson's cock like he couldn't get enough, and Wilson's fingers tangled in his hair, voice hissing yes, yes, yes.