more profoundly belated stagesoflove that is also yay!porn!
Last night I mentioned to powerof3 that I’ve been blocked when it comes to Mac/Hawkes. About fifteen minutes after I quit talking to her, I got this idea.
yay!porn!
title: Control
with: Hawkes/Mac
rated: NC-17 (foreplay)
herein: …a different kind of breathplay
disclaim: me no own
for: stagesoflove five elements - air; philosophy_20 - 19) caught in the form of limitation (grid); fanfic100 - 54) air ( grids)
Sheldon presses his shoulder blades back into the mattress, but resists the impulse to arch up. Mac hasn’t touched him yet.
“Aren’t you always saying that patience is a virtue?” Mac asks.
They’re naked, and Mac hasn’t touched him yet.
“I believe I am.” Sheldon has to focus to hold his voice steady.
Mac leans in. He’s sitting on the bed next to Sheldon and leans closer, only centimeters between them. The smile lights through Mac’s eyes more than his face.
“I know a thing or two about patience as well.” Mac’s words are solid, and they creep over Sheldon’s skin.
Mac still doesn’t touch him. Mac hasn’t touched him since they’d moved from the couch to the bedroom. He’d stepped back to watch Sheldon undress.
Sheldon tightens his grip on the headboard and breathes deeply. “Do you.”
“I think the question here is do you?” Still not touching, Mac traces the lines of Sheldon’s torso-his hand so close that Sheldon can feel the heat radiating off it. “Do you really understand the virtues of patience when you’re not in charge of how long the exercise lasts?”
“Control is an illusion,” Sheldon whispers. He watches as Mac moves down his body, lips tracing a path only a hairsbreadth above his skin. The tickle of Mac’s breath sends a wave of gooseflesh up his body. “The person who appears to be in control is, in fact, so tightly-”
Sheldon groans as Mac draws even with his belly button, opening his mouth wide, and his moist breath fogs against Sheldon’s flesh.
“So tightly what?” Mac smiles with his eyes and his voice.
“So tightly bound up with that which he appears to control-that, that it in fact controls him,” he continues. Sheldon can feel Mac’s eyes-the attention itself a kind of caress-but he watches Mac’s hands skim along his waist-so close and careful that Sheldon’s not sure whether he imagined a light touch or not.
“The only control is in giving up control.” Sheldon’s babbling now, breath coming too fast. “In-in accepting your own lack-of control.” He’s hyperventilating, chest and stomach heaving erratically close to Mac’s lips. Every bit of his will is diverted to keep his hips pressed to the mattress, his arms arced above his head. His face is flushed, whole body hot with want-and a touch of embarrassment that reinforces it all-that Mac brought him to this point, so quickly-
Mac moves lower, eyes still smiling up at Sheldon. “And you’ve accepted your own lack of control?” He purses his lips and lets a long slow breath stream against the head of Sheldon’s cock.
Sheldon’s groan rises in pitch. He curls his hands still tighter around the headboard.
“Mac-” He won’t move until Mac tells him to- “Please touch-please Mac touch me-”
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thanks for reading; feedback always appreciated
yay!porn!
title: Control
with: Hawkes/Mac
rated: NC-17 (foreplay)
herein: …a different kind of breathplay
disclaim: me no own
for: stagesoflove five elements - air; philosophy_20 - 19) caught in the form of limitation (grid); fanfic100 - 54) air ( grids)
Sheldon presses his shoulder blades back into the mattress, but resists the impulse to arch up. Mac hasn’t touched him yet.
“Aren’t you always saying that patience is a virtue?” Mac asks.
They’re naked, and Mac hasn’t touched him yet.
“I believe I am.” Sheldon has to focus to hold his voice steady.
Mac leans in. He’s sitting on the bed next to Sheldon and leans closer, only centimeters between them. The smile lights through Mac’s eyes more than his face.
“I know a thing or two about patience as well.” Mac’s words are solid, and they creep over Sheldon’s skin.
Mac still doesn’t touch him. Mac hasn’t touched him since they’d moved from the couch to the bedroom. He’d stepped back to watch Sheldon undress.
Sheldon tightens his grip on the headboard and breathes deeply. “Do you.”
“I think the question here is do you?” Still not touching, Mac traces the lines of Sheldon’s torso-his hand so close that Sheldon can feel the heat radiating off it. “Do you really understand the virtues of patience when you’re not in charge of how long the exercise lasts?”
“Control is an illusion,” Sheldon whispers. He watches as Mac moves down his body, lips tracing a path only a hairsbreadth above his skin. The tickle of Mac’s breath sends a wave of gooseflesh up his body. “The person who appears to be in control is, in fact, so tightly-”
Sheldon groans as Mac draws even with his belly button, opening his mouth wide, and his moist breath fogs against Sheldon’s flesh.
“So tightly what?” Mac smiles with his eyes and his voice.
“So tightly bound up with that which he appears to control-that, that it in fact controls him,” he continues. Sheldon can feel Mac’s eyes-the attention itself a kind of caress-but he watches Mac’s hands skim along his waist-so close and careful that Sheldon’s not sure whether he imagined a light touch or not.
“The only control is in giving up control.” Sheldon’s babbling now, breath coming too fast. “In-in accepting your own lack-of control.” He’s hyperventilating, chest and stomach heaving erratically close to Mac’s lips. Every bit of his will is diverted to keep his hips pressed to the mattress, his arms arced above his head. His face is flushed, whole body hot with want-and a touch of embarrassment that reinforces it all-that Mac brought him to this point, so quickly-
Mac moves lower, eyes still smiling up at Sheldon. “And you’ve accepted your own lack of control?” He purses his lips and lets a long slow breath stream against the head of Sheldon’s cock.
Sheldon’s groan rises in pitch. He curls his hands still tighter around the headboard.
“Mac-” He won’t move until Mac tells him to- “Please touch-please Mac touch me-”
……
thanks for reading; feedback always appreciated