ficlet: Subway request for Iamavice
ficlet: Subway fragment for iamavice
pairing CxR
NC17
Ran was jostled as the subway train ran over a seam in the track, the only thing holding him upright was the press of bodies and the strap hanging form the ceiling he had his hand through. “Be still,” a voice said as strong hands wrapped around his waist and a hot balmy breath ran over the back of his neck. “Keep quiet, or I'll stop,” one hand reached around from his waist, hard finger tips running over the side of his jean covered hip.
The back behind him was solid and strong and he leaned into it, wanting to stop this; thinking perhaps he should stop this but terrified he might stop this.
Strong fingertips dug into his waist, holding him firm as the other hand reached to cup his crotch and rubbed. Ran cast his head back against that strong solid back, as the suit wristed hand rubbed up and down. “Make a noise and I'll stop.” The voice repeated.
Ran bit down on his lip to quiet over the general hubbub of the busy subway car. The fingers, weight resting on the tips, as they walked up to the zipper and slowly slid it down and Ran felt every tooth loosen as it opened, then the hand, hot dry and rough reached into the gap. Hard fingernails scraped through pubic hair in a prelude to the dry palm that then wrapped itself around his hardness and began to stroke.
The car ran over another seam and Ran was jerked forward into that hand and the back to the hips and the hardness concealed there. The car was packed, the hand was dry and rough and the hardness against his ass was prominent. He came.
The hand that was around his waist reached back and pulled out a small white handkerchief shook it out and then wiped first the hand, and then his cock, as Aya hissed because it was too much, and then pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped him up.
The faceless body behind him kissed his neck softly. “Lovely.” he said.
“Crawford,” Ran said turning to face him, “that wasn't lovely, it was really hot.” So Ran realised, was Crawford's laugh to that.
pairing CxR
NC17
Ran was jostled as the subway train ran over a seam in the track, the only thing holding him upright was the press of bodies and the strap hanging form the ceiling he had his hand through. “Be still,” a voice said as strong hands wrapped around his waist and a hot balmy breath ran over the back of his neck. “Keep quiet, or I'll stop,” one hand reached around from his waist, hard finger tips running over the side of his jean covered hip.
The back behind him was solid and strong and he leaned into it, wanting to stop this; thinking perhaps he should stop this but terrified he might stop this.
Strong fingertips dug into his waist, holding him firm as the other hand reached to cup his crotch and rubbed. Ran cast his head back against that strong solid back, as the suit wristed hand rubbed up and down. “Make a noise and I'll stop.” The voice repeated.
Ran bit down on his lip to quiet over the general hubbub of the busy subway car. The fingers, weight resting on the tips, as they walked up to the zipper and slowly slid it down and Ran felt every tooth loosen as it opened, then the hand, hot dry and rough reached into the gap. Hard fingernails scraped through pubic hair in a prelude to the dry palm that then wrapped itself around his hardness and began to stroke.
The car ran over another seam and Ran was jerked forward into that hand and the back to the hips and the hardness concealed there. The car was packed, the hand was dry and rough and the hardness against his ass was prominent. He came.
The hand that was around his waist reached back and pulled out a small white handkerchief shook it out and then wiped first the hand, and then his cock, as Aya hissed because it was too much, and then pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped him up.
The faceless body behind him kissed his neck softly. “Lovely.” he said.
“Crawford,” Ran said turning to face him, “that wasn't lovely, it was really hot.” So Ran realised, was Crawford's laugh to that.