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title: Knotted
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: Spanking. Porn. Not the most playful interpretation possible.
disclaim: me no own…
for: fanfic100 prompt 11) red ( grid), and also byrons_brain who asked for a fic in which-
All afternoon Don’s wanted to shove Danny against the nearest wall and either fuck some sense into him or beat the shit out of him, but he bundles it all into a knot in his chest and keeps himself under control well through an evening of beers and bullshit at Sullivan’s, waiting until they’re both safe in his bedroom.
He spins Danny, shoves him face-first against the wall. “Like this?” He pushes the length of his body against Danny, pins Danny’s wrists high over his head. “You like it like this, right?”
Danny laughs. “What do you think.” He rolls his hips back, grinding against Don’s erection.
“I think-” Don bends to scrape his teeth along Danny’s neck. “I think you were one of those smartass kids always making trouble just for the attention.”
“What do my childhood indiscretions got to do with anything?” Danny starts to twist an arm free, so Don tightens his grip, leaning his whole weight against Danny.
“I think you never grew up.” Don pushes a thigh forward, forcing Danny to spread his legs. “Why else would you arrange a bunch of those little crime scene mock-up dolls like they’re having an orgy all over Mac’s desk? He been ignoring you lately?”
“You think I put together that porny tableau-that’s what this is about?” Danny laughs and rubs back against Don again. “I had no part in it. My guess is Stella did it.”
Don cranes his neck so they’re face to face. “Bullshit.”
“Please, I would’ve put them in better positions.” Danny smirks.
“I saw the look on your face.”
Danny’s put-upon sigh turns into a hiss when Don bites his neck.
“You think I don’t know about your little crush on Mac?” Don can feel the sudden tension string through Danny’s body.
This time Danny’s laugh is wooden. “What’re you getting all jealous on me, Flack?”
“S’okay. I think it’s cute.” Don keeps teasing Danny’s neck and wraps one hand around both of Danny’s wrists, so he can reach down with the other and open Danny’s pants. “What pisses me off is when you try to manipulate me, or him, or any of us. But especially me.” Don grasps his dick tightly, making Danny hiss again-a noise that goes right to Don’s own dick. “You want someone to go all arresting officer on you, all you have to do is ask.”
“I want us to fuck. Thought I’d been clear on that.” Danny’s panting by now, straining against Don’s hands. “I don’t give a shit about Mac.”
Don grits his teeth and digs his fingers tighter into Danny’s wrists. “Don’t.” He plants Danny’s hands lower on the wall, positioning Danny so he’s leaning forward. Don bites his ear. “Don’t. Move.” He lets go of Danny and steps back a little to admire the angle of his body and ass.
Danny shifts. “What’re you waiting for?”
“I’m sick of your bullshit.” Don grabs Danny’s hips, ignoring the knot in his own chest that won’t go away. “If you want me to fuck you, don’t move and don’t speak.”
Don yanks Danny’s pants down to his thighs and smacks his left cheek as hard as he can. The line of Danny’s back stiffens, but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make any noise. So Don smacks him again, and again, hard enough that his own hand tingles.
After a few more, Danny’s ass is glowing pink, and Don rubs each cheek, feeling the heat coming off the stung skin. Don stares at the muscles knotted beneath Danny’s shirt, then moves to his side and smacks his ass again.
A sheen of sweat covers Danny’s skin. His head is hanging down. His face is red, and his eyes are screwed shut. A sliver of tongue presses between his lips. His cock is flushed and heavy, jutting straight out from the dark curls of pubic hair, and it bobs obscenely with the force of each smack.
Don stops and leans against the wall, propped on an elbow. Danny’s face slackens, but his eyes stay closed.
“So how many is that?” Don asks.
Danny shakes his head slightly.
Don leans closer, darting his tongue out to taste the salt on Danny’s neck. “You can answer.”
Danny clears his throat. “I don’t know.” His voice is tight but steady. A heavy bead of sweat runs down to the tip of his nose.
“Oh.” Don’s vaguely disappointed. One of them should’ve kept track. “How about a few more, and then maybe I’ll fuck you?”
Danny doesn’t move. His eyes are still shut tight. Don watches him for a long moment, waiting until he’s sure that Danny’s breathing is steady.
When Don pushes off from the wall, the lines of Danny’s body tense again. Keeping his eyes on Danny, Don grabs the lube from the bedside table only a few feet away, pockets it, then smacks Danny’s ass full force again.
He counts silently, and on number six a sharp breath escapes Danny. Don rubs his red cheeks again and opens his own pants. Danny’s flesh is hot against his dick. He’s slick with precome, and when he rubs the head of his dick down the cleft of Danny’s ass, Danny shivers.
Don swallows, and it’s difficult because his chest is still tight. He forces himself to back away a few inches and slick up before he grabs hold of Danny’s hip with one hand and lines himself up with the other. Watching again, Don waits for a moment, the head of his cock pressed against Danny’s opening, then he eases forward, pushing through the ring of muscle. As Danny yields to him, he moves closer, deeper, until Danny is tight and entirely around him.
Then stop. And breathe. Don’s hips are warm from the heat still radiating off Danny’s asscheeks. He braces both his hands on Danny’s hips, pulls back, thrusts forward, quick. Sets a pace of long rough strokes, fucking these sharp little breaths from Danny-short subvocal moans.
His blood thrums in time, and there’s nothing but Danny’s body meeting his own. He lets go of Danny’s hips and leans forward, reaching one hand down for Danny’s cock. Danny snaps his hips, meeting each thrust and fucking Don’s hand, and they’re both groaning now.
Don slams forward, deep-comes and bares his teeth against Danny’s shoulder, biting him through his shirt. Danny rubs himself into Don’s palm as his own body tightens and trembles into orgasm.
They both lean forward, against the wall, and Don can feel his pulse in his fingertips. When Don separates them, he hears the hitch in Danny’s breath.
Danny turns and slumps back against the wall, boneless. His head falls back. His eyes are glassed over. He closes his lips like he might try to speak but only swallows.
Don loops one of Danny’s arms up around his shoulders and slides back into Danny’s personal space. He leans down until their foreheads almost touch, and Danny’s eyelids drop closed, raise again. The knot still sits in Don’s chest, but he’s tired. He’s tired, and Danny’s absolutely pliant in his arms. The knot’s easy to ignore now.
Don pulls Danny away from the wall and spreads them both out in bed.
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thanks for reading; feedback always appreciated
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: Spanking. Porn. Not the most playful interpretation possible.
disclaim: me no own…
for: fanfic100 prompt 11) red ( grid), and also byrons_brain who asked for a fic in which-
All afternoon Don’s wanted to shove Danny against the nearest wall and either fuck some sense into him or beat the shit out of him, but he bundles it all into a knot in his chest and keeps himself under control well through an evening of beers and bullshit at Sullivan’s, waiting until they’re both safe in his bedroom.
He spins Danny, shoves him face-first against the wall. “Like this?” He pushes the length of his body against Danny, pins Danny’s wrists high over his head. “You like it like this, right?”
Danny laughs. “What do you think.” He rolls his hips back, grinding against Don’s erection.
“I think-” Don bends to scrape his teeth along Danny’s neck. “I think you were one of those smartass kids always making trouble just for the attention.”
“What do my childhood indiscretions got to do with anything?” Danny starts to twist an arm free, so Don tightens his grip, leaning his whole weight against Danny.
“I think you never grew up.” Don pushes a thigh forward, forcing Danny to spread his legs. “Why else would you arrange a bunch of those little crime scene mock-up dolls like they’re having an orgy all over Mac’s desk? He been ignoring you lately?”
“You think I put together that porny tableau-that’s what this is about?” Danny laughs and rubs back against Don again. “I had no part in it. My guess is Stella did it.”
Don cranes his neck so they’re face to face. “Bullshit.”
“Please, I would’ve put them in better positions.” Danny smirks.
“I saw the look on your face.”
Danny’s put-upon sigh turns into a hiss when Don bites his neck.
“You think I don’t know about your little crush on Mac?” Don can feel the sudden tension string through Danny’s body.
This time Danny’s laugh is wooden. “What’re you getting all jealous on me, Flack?”
“S’okay. I think it’s cute.” Don keeps teasing Danny’s neck and wraps one hand around both of Danny’s wrists, so he can reach down with the other and open Danny’s pants. “What pisses me off is when you try to manipulate me, or him, or any of us. But especially me.” Don grasps his dick tightly, making Danny hiss again-a noise that goes right to Don’s own dick. “You want someone to go all arresting officer on you, all you have to do is ask.”
“I want us to fuck. Thought I’d been clear on that.” Danny’s panting by now, straining against Don’s hands. “I don’t give a shit about Mac.”
Don grits his teeth and digs his fingers tighter into Danny’s wrists. “Don’t.” He plants Danny’s hands lower on the wall, positioning Danny so he’s leaning forward. Don bites his ear. “Don’t. Move.” He lets go of Danny and steps back a little to admire the angle of his body and ass.
Danny shifts. “What’re you waiting for?”
“I’m sick of your bullshit.” Don grabs Danny’s hips, ignoring the knot in his own chest that won’t go away. “If you want me to fuck you, don’t move and don’t speak.”
Don yanks Danny’s pants down to his thighs and smacks his left cheek as hard as he can. The line of Danny’s back stiffens, but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make any noise. So Don smacks him again, and again, hard enough that his own hand tingles.
After a few more, Danny’s ass is glowing pink, and Don rubs each cheek, feeling the heat coming off the stung skin. Don stares at the muscles knotted beneath Danny’s shirt, then moves to his side and smacks his ass again.
A sheen of sweat covers Danny’s skin. His head is hanging down. His face is red, and his eyes are screwed shut. A sliver of tongue presses between his lips. His cock is flushed and heavy, jutting straight out from the dark curls of pubic hair, and it bobs obscenely with the force of each smack.
Don stops and leans against the wall, propped on an elbow. Danny’s face slackens, but his eyes stay closed.
“So how many is that?” Don asks.
Danny shakes his head slightly.
Don leans closer, darting his tongue out to taste the salt on Danny’s neck. “You can answer.”
Danny clears his throat. “I don’t know.” His voice is tight but steady. A heavy bead of sweat runs down to the tip of his nose.
“Oh.” Don’s vaguely disappointed. One of them should’ve kept track. “How about a few more, and then maybe I’ll fuck you?”
Danny doesn’t move. His eyes are still shut tight. Don watches him for a long moment, waiting until he’s sure that Danny’s breathing is steady.
When Don pushes off from the wall, the lines of Danny’s body tense again. Keeping his eyes on Danny, Don grabs the lube from the bedside table only a few feet away, pockets it, then smacks Danny’s ass full force again.
He counts silently, and on number six a sharp breath escapes Danny. Don rubs his red cheeks again and opens his own pants. Danny’s flesh is hot against his dick. He’s slick with precome, and when he rubs the head of his dick down the cleft of Danny’s ass, Danny shivers.
Don swallows, and it’s difficult because his chest is still tight. He forces himself to back away a few inches and slick up before he grabs hold of Danny’s hip with one hand and lines himself up with the other. Watching again, Don waits for a moment, the head of his cock pressed against Danny’s opening, then he eases forward, pushing through the ring of muscle. As Danny yields to him, he moves closer, deeper, until Danny is tight and entirely around him.
Then stop. And breathe. Don’s hips are warm from the heat still radiating off Danny’s asscheeks. He braces both his hands on Danny’s hips, pulls back, thrusts forward, quick. Sets a pace of long rough strokes, fucking these sharp little breaths from Danny-short subvocal moans.
His blood thrums in time, and there’s nothing but Danny’s body meeting his own. He lets go of Danny’s hips and leans forward, reaching one hand down for Danny’s cock. Danny snaps his hips, meeting each thrust and fucking Don’s hand, and they’re both groaning now.
Don slams forward, deep-comes and bares his teeth against Danny’s shoulder, biting him through his shirt. Danny rubs himself into Don’s palm as his own body tightens and trembles into orgasm.
They both lean forward, against the wall, and Don can feel his pulse in his fingertips. When Don separates them, he hears the hitch in Danny’s breath.
Danny turns and slumps back against the wall, boneless. His head falls back. His eyes are glassed over. He closes his lips like he might try to speak but only swallows.
Don loops one of Danny’s arms up around his shoulders and slides back into Danny’s personal space. He leans down until their foreheads almost touch, and Danny’s eyelids drop closed, raise again. The knot still sits in Don’s chest, but he’s tired. He’s tired, and Danny’s absolutely pliant in his arms. The knot’s easy to ignore now.
Don pulls Danny away from the wall and spreads them both out in bed.
………
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