Release
Title: Release
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con/dubious consent, man sex, spoilers
Summary: Peter awakens with something, someone, heavy on top of him.
Peter could have fought back if it weren't for the nasty element of surprise. It was after the battle with the Telmarines, and they were all sleeping in the Centaurs' area of wood before making the journey to Caspian's castle. They were sleeping on the ground, which became all too hard beneath the weight of Caspian's body when Peter was roused from sleep. The prince was on top of him, anchoring him to the ground.
"Caspian--"
"Shh." He put a hand over Peter's mouth and used the other to reach below the hem of Peter's pants. This was going somehwere Peter didn't want it to, and he began to writhe against Caspian, but it was of no use. The prince pulled Peter's trousers just low enough to expose his rear. "Relax," he whispered. "I do not want to hurt you."
But it did hurt, for Caspian only coated his fingers once with saliva before pushing three into Peter, and he only licked his hand once before coating his own arousal. Then everything was a mess of hot pain; tears fell onto Peter's cheeks and covered Caspian's hand.
All the while Caspian whispered reassurances in Peter's ear. "I am sorry," he said between slow thrusts. "I had to do something... I had to rid my body of the lust."
Somewhere Peter found calm. Through the pain he felt something else: release? He found himself arching his back toward the thrusts, letting out the madness and guilt of the last few days, punishing himself for his mistakes, for causing all those needless deaths with that idiotic attack on the castle. It was as much his fault as it was Caspian's.
Caspian removed his hand to carefully press a strip of leather (ripped from pants?) into Peter's teeth. "Bite," he whispered. And Peter did, for Caspian deepened and quickened his thrusts. Peter put his moans into the leather, dug his nails into the dirt below him. He wanted it to end, but not for the pain; he wanted the ultimate release that came at the end of these kinds of things. In his head he repeated the name: "Caspian, Caspian, Caspian..."
And then Peter lost control of himself. The leather fell from his mouth, and a low moan escaped him. Caspian put his hand back over Peter's lips, but this time the pressure caused Peter's mouth to bleed against his teeth. But he didn't care. He was pushing upward against Caspian's downward thrusts, for he was on the cusp of it, the ultimate release. Soon the pain disappeared altogether, and the pressure in Peter's groin reached its peak before leveling off. Caspian let out a sigh and collapsed onto Peter before rolling off him. He turned Peter over onto his back and positioned himself above him. He kissed away the blood seeping out between Peter's lips. Caressing Peter's cheek, he whispered, "Are you alright?"
Peter nodded.
"I am sorry. I know that I hurt you. And I do not think I got rid of the lust at all."
Peter reached up and pulled Caspian's face down by the neck, kissing him exhaustedly. "I needed it too," he said.
Caspian rolled once more off of Peter and lay with his side pressed against the High King's. Amazingly they had woke none of the others, and the others' breathing lulled the two once more to sleep.
X-posted to
kingsandprinces and my personal journal.
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con/dubious consent, man sex, spoilers
Summary: Peter awakens with something, someone, heavy on top of him.
Peter could have fought back if it weren't for the nasty element of surprise. It was after the battle with the Telmarines, and they were all sleeping in the Centaurs' area of wood before making the journey to Caspian's castle. They were sleeping on the ground, which became all too hard beneath the weight of Caspian's body when Peter was roused from sleep. The prince was on top of him, anchoring him to the ground.
"Caspian--"
"Shh." He put a hand over Peter's mouth and used the other to reach below the hem of Peter's pants. This was going somehwere Peter didn't want it to, and he began to writhe against Caspian, but it was of no use. The prince pulled Peter's trousers just low enough to expose his rear. "Relax," he whispered. "I do not want to hurt you."
But it did hurt, for Caspian only coated his fingers once with saliva before pushing three into Peter, and he only licked his hand once before coating his own arousal. Then everything was a mess of hot pain; tears fell onto Peter's cheeks and covered Caspian's hand.
All the while Caspian whispered reassurances in Peter's ear. "I am sorry," he said between slow thrusts. "I had to do something... I had to rid my body of the lust."
Somewhere Peter found calm. Through the pain he felt something else: release? He found himself arching his back toward the thrusts, letting out the madness and guilt of the last few days, punishing himself for his mistakes, for causing all those needless deaths with that idiotic attack on the castle. It was as much his fault as it was Caspian's.
Caspian removed his hand to carefully press a strip of leather (ripped from pants?) into Peter's teeth. "Bite," he whispered. And Peter did, for Caspian deepened and quickened his thrusts. Peter put his moans into the leather, dug his nails into the dirt below him. He wanted it to end, but not for the pain; he wanted the ultimate release that came at the end of these kinds of things. In his head he repeated the name: "Caspian, Caspian, Caspian..."
And then Peter lost control of himself. The leather fell from his mouth, and a low moan escaped him. Caspian put his hand back over Peter's lips, but this time the pressure caused Peter's mouth to bleed against his teeth. But he didn't care. He was pushing upward against Caspian's downward thrusts, for he was on the cusp of it, the ultimate release. Soon the pain disappeared altogether, and the pressure in Peter's groin reached its peak before leveling off. Caspian let out a sigh and collapsed onto Peter before rolling off him. He turned Peter over onto his back and positioned himself above him. He kissed away the blood seeping out between Peter's lips. Caressing Peter's cheek, he whispered, "Are you alright?"
Peter nodded.
"I am sorry. I know that I hurt you. And I do not think I got rid of the lust at all."
Peter reached up and pulled Caspian's face down by the neck, kissing him exhaustedly. "I needed it too," he said.
Caspian rolled once more off of Peter and lay with his side pressed against the High King's. Amazingly they had woke none of the others, and the others' breathing lulled the two once more to sleep.
X-posted to
kingsandprinces and my personal journal.