Holtby / Neuvy - Moments - Staccato
title : Staccato
pairing : Holtby / Neuvy
rating : nc-17
words : ~1,000
Sometimes, Braden thinks that Michal is secretly a sadistic bastard that gets off on his pain and anguish. Except it isn't really a secret anymore, not now that he's got Braden on his knees and elbows on their bed and a tie wrapped tight around his wrists. Braden isn't really sure what made him agree to this, other than the fact that Michal's like his one true love or something.
It started nice enough- with gentle teasing fingers stretching him out. And then a hot mouth and tongue licking him open, flickering at his hole long enough to make him squirm and whine and roll his hips back just to get a little more, a little deeper. When the fingers returned, Braden just about cried out in relief because that meant they were finally moving on to the fucking, which was not so secretly his personal favorite part.
And even that was relatively tame. Sex with Michal was always good, but this was just straight subdued. Having his hands tied up in front of him- so close and yet miles away- meant he had to depend on Michal entirely for his pleasure. It wasn't an unfamiliar concept, but this was just different. It was fast and hard and somehow so slow at the same time because it was as if Michal was deliberately holding back just enough to tease without giving actual pleasure. And then when Michal reached his climax without so much as a wrap around, spilling into Braden with a quiet gasp, Braden realized something was wrong.
Now, he's stuck between a rock and a hard place because Michal's been teasing at his prostate with heavy fingers for the better part of fifteen minutes, end no where in sight, and Braden feels like he might actually scream from the sheer frustration of it. That's when he finally breaks down and begs, pleads, submits in a way he never has before. It feels so good it hurts and every time Michal grinds down against that one spot with unforgiving pressure, Braden can feel himself starting to snap in half and he just wants it to end and go on forever and he doesn't even know what the fuck he wants anymore because it just fucking hurts that every time he gets so close to climax, Michal somehow senses it and pulls back.
The worst part about all this is that Michal hasn't said a single word- he's distant and that hurts almost as much as not being able to come. It doesn't matter how many times Braden gasps or pants or whimpers just a few words- 'please' or 'I'm so close' because something tells him that Michal isn't really listening anymore. He's in a distant world where Braden is the enemy and it's just the slowest fucking torture until he finally reaches his breaking point and pulls away with a hoarse shout that dies into a dry sob because there is no pleasure anymore and then Michal is still.
Braden almost cries when Michal's fingers pull out and close around his hips, massaging in firm circles and whispering something in Czech that he can't quite catch.
He doesn't flinch away from the lips pressed against the back of his neck or the hand tugging at the knot keeping his wrists bound together. He doesn't even move once he's free- just catching his breath is too much work and his cock throbbing between his legs is almost the last thing on his mind because Michal actually fucking scared him for a moment.
"Are you okay?" Michal asks and there's worry in his voice that Braden almost finds confusing before he remembers that Michal loves him and all lovers get carried away. He's guilty of it himself and snapping or recoiling from Michal at this point will just make the situation worse.
Calming breaths, a soothing palm running up and down his spine- it's warm and cool at the same time, loving and reserved. It's Michal again, not some demon he's got lurking about deep inside that somehow managed to break through.
"Yeah," Braden almost doesn't recognize his own voice, it's so raw, "I just need a minute."
Michal doesn't press or pry, he continues gently massaging Braden's back and shoulders until his hand starts trailing south again, fingers dipping into his cleft and pressing against his hole with a soft firmness that make Braden lift his hips and press right back, giving silent permission to continue.
It's different- Michal doesn't beat around the bush with teases this time- it's just constant bearing pressure that brings him to the edge so fast that it's hard to believe he ever left it. It's the first time Braden's ever come without any contact to his cock and there's something Detached about it because he feels it in his entire body in long, intense waves that just go on forever. He feels wetness on his stomach and on his cheeks, but he can't make a sound except for a choked breath because his chest is in a vice- his entire body is shaking and his hands are clenched so tight in the sheets that his knuckles start to throb.
When it finally ends, it's like his entire body turns to water and he's acutely aware that his vision's going a little black and suddenly, breathing seems like it's a good idea.
Michal withdraws with one last kiss to his shoulder blade before curling up next to him, eyes dark and sleepy and still a little worried. Braden knows that if they're going to talk about this, he has to be the one to start it because when Michal gets that look, he clams up and shuts off.
"Mica," the shortened name rolls off his tongue without a second thought, "Let's not do that again for a while, okay?" It's casual, but Braden is firm, voice unwavering.
Michal's brow furrows, but he nods.
"I'm sorry," he whispers back, "I don't know what I was thinking."
The silence between them is comfortable, even if the sliver of space between them isn't. But that changes when Braden throws an arm over Michal's waist, pulling him close and drawing him into a slow kiss. Braden wonders, as he drifts off into the nothingness of sleep, if the Michal he just experienced is always there, looming in the shadows just waiting for a chance to strike. And then he realizes- it doesn't even matter if he is because when it comes down to it, the Michal he falls asleep with every night will always be the one he fell in love with.
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pairing : Holtby / Neuvy
rating : nc-17
words : ~1,000
Sometimes, Braden thinks that Michal is secretly a sadistic bastard that gets off on his pain and anguish. Except it isn't really a secret anymore, not now that he's got Braden on his knees and elbows on their bed and a tie wrapped tight around his wrists. Braden isn't really sure what made him agree to this, other than the fact that Michal's like his one true love or something.
It started nice enough- with gentle teasing fingers stretching him out. And then a hot mouth and tongue licking him open, flickering at his hole long enough to make him squirm and whine and roll his hips back just to get a little more, a little deeper. When the fingers returned, Braden just about cried out in relief because that meant they were finally moving on to the fucking, which was not so secretly his personal favorite part.
And even that was relatively tame. Sex with Michal was always good, but this was just straight subdued. Having his hands tied up in front of him- so close and yet miles away- meant he had to depend on Michal entirely for his pleasure. It wasn't an unfamiliar concept, but this was just different. It was fast and hard and somehow so slow at the same time because it was as if Michal was deliberately holding back just enough to tease without giving actual pleasure. And then when Michal reached his climax without so much as a wrap around, spilling into Braden with a quiet gasp, Braden realized something was wrong.
Now, he's stuck between a rock and a hard place because Michal's been teasing at his prostate with heavy fingers for the better part of fifteen minutes, end no where in sight, and Braden feels like he might actually scream from the sheer frustration of it. That's when he finally breaks down and begs, pleads, submits in a way he never has before. It feels so good it hurts and every time Michal grinds down against that one spot with unforgiving pressure, Braden can feel himself starting to snap in half and he just wants it to end and go on forever and he doesn't even know what the fuck he wants anymore because it just fucking hurts that every time he gets so close to climax, Michal somehow senses it and pulls back.
The worst part about all this is that Michal hasn't said a single word- he's distant and that hurts almost as much as not being able to come. It doesn't matter how many times Braden gasps or pants or whimpers just a few words- 'please' or 'I'm so close' because something tells him that Michal isn't really listening anymore. He's in a distant world where Braden is the enemy and it's just the slowest fucking torture until he finally reaches his breaking point and pulls away with a hoarse shout that dies into a dry sob because there is no pleasure anymore and then Michal is still.
Braden almost cries when Michal's fingers pull out and close around his hips, massaging in firm circles and whispering something in Czech that he can't quite catch.
He doesn't flinch away from the lips pressed against the back of his neck or the hand tugging at the knot keeping his wrists bound together. He doesn't even move once he's free- just catching his breath is too much work and his cock throbbing between his legs is almost the last thing on his mind because Michal actually fucking scared him for a moment.
"Are you okay?" Michal asks and there's worry in his voice that Braden almost finds confusing before he remembers that Michal loves him and all lovers get carried away. He's guilty of it himself and snapping or recoiling from Michal at this point will just make the situation worse.
Calming breaths, a soothing palm running up and down his spine- it's warm and cool at the same time, loving and reserved. It's Michal again, not some demon he's got lurking about deep inside that somehow managed to break through.
"Yeah," Braden almost doesn't recognize his own voice, it's so raw, "I just need a minute."
Michal doesn't press or pry, he continues gently massaging Braden's back and shoulders until his hand starts trailing south again, fingers dipping into his cleft and pressing against his hole with a soft firmness that make Braden lift his hips and press right back, giving silent permission to continue.
It's different- Michal doesn't beat around the bush with teases this time- it's just constant bearing pressure that brings him to the edge so fast that it's hard to believe he ever left it. It's the first time Braden's ever come without any contact to his cock and there's something Detached about it because he feels it in his entire body in long, intense waves that just go on forever. He feels wetness on his stomach and on his cheeks, but he can't make a sound except for a choked breath because his chest is in a vice- his entire body is shaking and his hands are clenched so tight in the sheets that his knuckles start to throb.
When it finally ends, it's like his entire body turns to water and he's acutely aware that his vision's going a little black and suddenly, breathing seems like it's a good idea.
Michal withdraws with one last kiss to his shoulder blade before curling up next to him, eyes dark and sleepy and still a little worried. Braden knows that if they're going to talk about this, he has to be the one to start it because when Michal gets that look, he clams up and shuts off.
"Mica," the shortened name rolls off his tongue without a second thought, "Let's not do that again for a while, okay?" It's casual, but Braden is firm, voice unwavering.
Michal's brow furrows, but he nods.
"I'm sorry," he whispers back, "I don't know what I was thinking."
The silence between them is comfortable, even if the sliver of space between them isn't. But that changes when Braden throws an arm over Michal's waist, pulling him close and drawing him into a slow kiss. Braden wonders, as he drifts off into the nothingness of sleep, if the Michal he just experienced is always there, looming in the shadows just waiting for a chance to strike. And then he realizes- it doesn't even matter if he is because when it comes down to it, the Michal he falls asleep with every night will always be the one he fell in love with.
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