FIVE ACTS: Cuz B Made Me
OK, so, I wasn't gonna do it this round, but now hoosierbitch is doing it, and now I feel compelled. Or something? Also, I'm in the midst of writing a massive fic for the ficswap over at collarcorner, plus work's been busy, so I need something fun, and to write something different than what I'm focused on...and I WANT PORN, OK??
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Peter looked beautiful. His muscles were taut and strained from being bound. The leather bindings dug into the sensitive flesh of his wrists and ankles. The bruises would remain for days afterwards. The dusky bruises from the slapper and nipple clamps would last even longer, extending the pleasure-pain play for Peter, so that even after they left the room, he would remember that in here, Neal and Elizabeth owned him. Neal’s gaze traveled up to Peter’s face. The black satin blindfold was soaked with tears and sweat. Elizabeth was stroking Peter’s hair and crooning soft, soothing things to him while she carefully removed the huge dildo that had been inside Peter for the past few hours.
Neal joined them on the bed after he got the fresh sheets out of the closet and set them on the chair. Peter was close. His swollen cock bobbed up and down in the evening light, the sensitive skin flushed a bright red from the stress of his continued erection. Neal let his cock brush against it, and was gratified when Peter bucked up against him. He eased himself slowly into Peter’s hole. Elizabeth kissed Peter first, then leaned over to kiss Neal over her husband’s prone body.
“I’ll go order us some dinner,” she said. With another tender kiss to Peter, she left them. Peter was quiet beneath Neal, and he wondered if it was time to stop.
“You ok?” Neal asked, and nibbled at Peter’s ear. “We can stop if you need me to.” Peter mutely shook his head. He didn’t talk much when he was tied up. Neal liked that, liked the control he had over Peter, even without a gag. “Are you sure.”
“Yeah,” Peter finally spoke, a breathy sigh as he twitched his hips almost impatiently in invitation.
“‘Kay,” Neal murmured. He slid his cock in and out a tiny bit, to see how far gone Peter was. His partner was nice and loose, from being fucked earlier. Still, Neal was careful. Peter was quivering with every movement, and Neal knew that they were near the end of his endurance. Once he’d sunk every inch deep inside Peter, he removed the cock ring and stroked Peter’s length as he rocked against Peter. He was barely moving, but it was enough for Peter. He shuddered and gasped under him, and with a small, strangled cry, he came in a huge, short spurt. The writhing set off fireworks in Neal’s head, and he angled his hips a little more before he pistoned in and out of Peter. Neal jacked him off, working the half-hard cock back to a full erection, reveling in the moans torn from Peter’s throat as he came one more time. The sound drove Neal over the edge, and he came, buried to the hilt in Peter’s ass.
Exhausted, Neal pulled out slowly from Peter and kissed the slack mouth. Peter was gone, driven to sleep by that final thrust. Neal pulled the blindfold off, and was relieved to see Peter’s eyes already flickering. Peter opened his eyes a crack and gave him a sleepy, sated smile. “Are you ok?” Neal asked.
“I’m good,” Peter replied. He shifted his arms and legs and groaned. “But I think I’m done.”
“I think so too,” Neal agreed, and started to untie Peter. “Easy, easy,” Neal soothed, wincing in sympathy as he undid the knots. He rubbed each limb to make certain the circulation came back, and to help ease some of the pain. Once Peter was free, he wrapped a blanket around them. Eventually they would need to clean him up, get some food in him. Peter seemed content to just rest in his arms for the moment, and Neal let him.
"Food's on the way," Elizabeth reported from the door. She grinned at the two of them. "You ready for some dinner, or do you want to rest first?" she asked Peter.
"You. I want you," Peter said, and held out the arm that wasn't pinned against Neal to motion her over. El obliged him, crawling up against Peter and resting her head on his chest. She was careful not to jar the rest of him, and then she reached across Peter to grasp Neal's hand.
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Glad you liked it! \o/
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I am so looking forward to my first paycheck so I can get me a paid account. \o/
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