Sticky Sweet, 1/1

[pinkdoom]

Title: Sticky Sweet
Author: pinkdoom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Food play, kink, language, smut, unbeta'd
Word Count:2,120
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Author's Note: Two fics in one day! This one is for luvmeanddespair, in response to the same "post on the sister comm, get a fic in return" prompt I gave. By the way, there is still one fic left up for grabs, so the next new person I see post on the sister community on Greatest Journal gets their own fic, based on a prompt they give me. Izzi's prompt was chocolate, and she told me to do whatever I wanted to with it. Oh! and just so everyone knows, there is a Harry Dresden, Wizard fanlisting and a Bob fanlisting that both pertain to the show that you can join, if you so choose ;)



"Remind me to immediately shove us both in the shower the next time we do this."

I felt a sting on my ass as Bob's hand made contact. "Anything you want, darling."

"Hmm, tempting." I rolled over and pinned him beneath me, our sweaty flesh sticking to the sheets. "Don't offer unless you're going to deliver, Bob."

Bob licked my neck and then leaned back with a seductive smile. "I thought I already did that."

"I'm thinking that we could go again, but with some help." I nuzzled his neck, nipping at the soft spot just below his ear. "I love this spot," I murmured against his skin.

Bob's strong hands gripped my shoulders and his hips bumped mine. "Oh, do that again," I growled.

"Happy to comply," he replied, and arched against me.

"Fuck," I moaned in his ear. "Bob, god."

Bob snaked a hand between us and grabbed my cock, which should have been flaccid and spent after our tumble into bed. Said tumble lasted two hours and involved some rather fun positions. And Bob growling in my ear as he came inside me. And then me biting his shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he jerked me off. And...oh yeah, both Bob and me screaming.

Bob's hand, slick and hot, rubbed over my cock as he scraped his nails down my chest. "So what was this idea you had that would get us going again?"

"I was thinking of changing what we use for lubrica-ant! Hell's bells, Bob!" I cried out as he bit down on my nipple. "Couldn't resist?"

His tongue swiped over that bit of skin and then he pulled back, grinning fiercely. "Never can." He smoothed his hands over my shoulders and down my arms as he said, "And this new lubricant would be--?"

I gave him a kiss before I rolled off him and reached under the bed. When my hand closed around what I was looking for, I brought my arm back up and was met with the sight of Bob leaning back against the pillows. His hair was tousled, eyes half-hooded, lips pink and parted. His hands were behind his head and the position showed off those impressive biceps and strong forearms. The sheet had been pulled down to just barely cover him, and one pale leg was sticking out from the black material. My eyes traced the muscular lines of his chest, lingering on the marks I'd made with my teeth. They'd bruise, but Bob didn't care. Neither did I, since I had several bites spread across my chest as well. I let my gaze drift down his body and came to the diagonal lines that cut down his hips and ended where the sheet hid what looked like an awakening erection. God, he was sexy. I ran the risk of melting my brain every time I saw him, but this was just--

I groaned and crawled back over to him, my body reacting to the sight of him sprawled across our bed like a satiated cat. He spotted the jar in my hand and both eyebrows went up in mild surprise. "We've never tried that before, love."

"I know." I screwed off the lid and tossed it aside. "Want to see what happens?"

"Oh, I think I know," he purred as he watched me. "But don't you think we ought to lay plastic down before we partake in anything involving the contents of that jar?"

"Nah," I said as I crawled back onto him, my thighs straddling his hips. "Plastic would stick to us, anyways."

"It'd keep the sheets clean."

I dipped a finger into the jar and held it up for inspection. "The sheets will wash, and if not, we'll buy new ones." I jerked my head to the opposite corner of the room. "We've already ruined one set. No big deal." I tasted the hot fudge sauce on the end of my finger and wrinkled my nose. "Needs warmed up." With my hand wrapped around the jar, I concentrated a bit of my will and a spark of power. The jar glowed orange, then red, then returned to normal. "Do you mind if I double dip, Bob?"

"Tease," he growled as he watched me taste the chocolate sauce again. "How about you put those lips to better use, Harry?"

"Tease," I said back and leaned over him, my finger coated with chocolate. I spread the chocolate over his lips, and when he tried to suck my finger into his mouth, I pulled back quickly and tapped him on the nose, leaving a smudge of sauce there. "Behave."

"We're playing domination games now, as well?"

"Do you want to?"

"An interesting proposition-" I cut his words off as I slid my lips over his and tasted Bob, and chocolate. He tried to drag my head down, but I yanked away, grinning. "I'll spill this all over you if you pull on me too hard."

"Pity." Bob's lower lip turned out and his fingers traced down the arm that was attached to the hand that was holding the jar. "As you said, we might as well go ahead and ruin these sheets as well."

I looked up to the ceiling like I was contemplating what he said, and tipped the jar over his chest. Hot fudge splattered across that alabaster expanse of skin and Bob hissed, arching upwards as his hands flew to grip the sheets. "Like you said, pity."

Before he could regain some kind of composure, I bent over him and licked a trail up his chest. He moaned, eyes snapping shut in pleasure, and those long fingers of his left the sheets to find purchase in my hair. "Don't stop."

I bit down on a nipple and heard him say, "Fuck, Harry." I chuckled against his skin and pulled my head up. "You look good in brown, Bob." He writhed against my hands as I drew patterns in the sauce on his chest, stopping every now and then to taste.

"No one told me how kinky you'd turn out to be," Bob breathed out. "Too bad I didn't know earlier."

I licked my lips and bared my teeth at him. "You telling me you would have jumped my bones the instant you became corporeal if you HAD known?"

"I may have considered it," he retorted, that baritone voice bordering on smoldering by this point. "But you would have had to be more kinky than just some chocolate sauce on my chest."

I cocked my head to the side. "Hmm, I think I've already found another use for this." Bending over him, my lips against his ear, I whispered, "Remember what I said about lubricant?"

Bob jumped when I wrapped my hand around his cock, and his noise of surprise quickly turned into one of pleasure as he felt the warm chocolate sauce coat his skin. "How could I forget?"

Chuckling, I scooted down his body and licked a stripe up his cock, making a thin trail of pale flesh peek through the brown. His hips rocked against the sensation and I bit the inside of his thigh. "Behave, remember?"

"Not completely sure I'm capable of higher brain functions right now, love," he panted out, hands dug into the sheets again.

I flashed him a smile before I dug my hand back into the jar. Sauce from my hand dripped down his abdomen and stuck, but a few cooler drops slid down his body and onto the sheets. I spotted a drop of fudge start to roll across his hip and quickly ducked my head to catch it with my tongue. The noise Bob made spurred me on, so I bit his hipbone and followed the bite with my tongue. "Okay there, Bob?"

"You're turning me into an impatient man, Harry," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, sir," and I saluted him with my free hand. Then I smeared my own cock in hot fudge sauce, my entire body tingling. The touch of my hand on my cock made me hiss, my body tensing. "One chocolate-coated fuck coming right up."

Bob spread his legs, and once I was settled between them, he raised his body and dug his heels into my back. I made him wait no longer than necessary. He was still somewhat loose from our previous bouts of lovemaking, so when I started to push into him, the majority of the noises Bob made were not from pain. I bent over him, making his body curl up on itself, and kissed him as I slid in completely.

"Harry," he breathed against my lips.

"Don't talk," I said before I bit his bottom lip. His hips started to move and I followed those movements. It didn't give me much in the way of control if I was following his lead, but that's what I wanted. Bob's hands were wrapped around my biceps, mine were gripping the pillows on either side of his head, and the rest of our bodies were otherwise...engaged as I slammed into him.

I felt his muscles clench around my cock, and the lingering warmth from the sauce was replaced with molten heat from his body. We were coated in sweat and hot fudge sauce, caught up in each other's flesh, and loving every second of it. His cock skated over my chest and when I banged against his prostate, it throbbed hotly against my skin, and his heels dug deeper into the small of my back as he writhed against me.

I got one more kiss from him before his harsh cries started to grow louder, my own groans starting to match his in intensity. I drudged up the last remnants of my strength, pulled out almost all the way, and thrust back into him a final time. Bob's back arched and he moaned my name just as my sight went black and my body was overtaken by the onslaught. The mindless, pulsing sensations of orgasm sideswiped me and there were some long moments where I knew nothing but that pleasure.

I heard his breath catch as he went rigid beneath me, and then there was a splatter of warmth on my chest as he said my name again. The sounds of our ragged breathing filled the room as we both tried to put together enough brain cells to come back to this reality. When my sight returned and I looked down at him, he was smiling lazily at me. "Hell of night," I said in his ear. "I hadn't even thought of the hot fudge sauce until a few hours ago."

He chuckled weakly. "We rolled into bed a few hours ago, Harry."

I nipped at his jaw before rolling off him and falling onto my back, my arm flung across his chest. "Hey, cut me some slack here. My brain just got scrambled, so my sense of the time-space continuum isn't exactly what I would call accurate, Bob."

Bob playfully shoved my arm off of him. "You're covered in chocolate, sweat, and semen, lover. You'll stick to me if your arm lays there too long."

I shoved at his shoulder. "Then get your ass in the shower, lover and we'll take care of the mess."

The mattress moved as he tumbled out of bed, then he came around the other side and pulled on my arm. "Now, Harry." And he dropped my arm and walked naked across the room. Never one to miss an opportunity to watch him walk away from me--especially if he was naked--I sat up and saw him crook a finger at me before disappearing into the bathroom.

I thought about lying in bed for another minute, not sure if I trusted my legs enough to get me across the room, but when Bob called out, "If you don't get in here, Harry, you won't get that blow job in the shower you're always complaining that I never give you."

I kicked off the sheets and hurried to the bathroom. Bob doesn't like to be kept waiting.