Yours (Stephen/Ryan)
Title: Yours
Characters/Pairing: Stephen/Ryan, (Stephen/others referenced)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 515
Warning: fisting, fluff
Christmas present for lukadreaming. It’s my first time writing this kink, I hope it’s still ok and you like it. :)
Stephen gripped the bedpost harder.
His whole body was shivering and it was getting increasingly hard to breathe. It felt like his insides were on fire and he was being torn in half, and yet nothing was farther from his mind than to ask Ryan to stop. He was concentrating so hard on relaxing his muscles that he barely noticed the soothing feather-light kiss on the small of his back.
“We don’t have to do this, you know.”
Stephen didn’t have the energy to disagree, he just shook his head. He wanted to do this, he needed to do this - to give Ryan something he’d never given to any of his numerous lovers.
“Just… do it…”
He could literally feel Ryan’s hesitation ripple through his body but it lasted only a second before Ryan pulled his fist out of Stephen’s shaking body.
“No…” Stephen gasped but before he could say anything else Ryan flipped him on his back and placed an almost chaste kiss on Stephen’s flaccid cock before taking it in his mouth, sucking with relish on the heated flesh until the first wanton moan escaped his lover’s lips.
Ryan poured some more lube on his fist and started slowly pushing it back into Stephen’s body. Stephen was trembling again but this time pain was mixing with intense pleasure as Ryan started sucking his cock in earnest. Stephen’s lips fell open in a mute gasp and his eyes rolled back with the intensity of desire cursing through his body. The cautious and yet firm twisting movements of Ryan’s fist sent ripples of violent shocks through him and he wasn’t sure anymore if he wanted it to stop or to go on forever. He grabbed the sheets, twisting the white material between his fingers, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to hold onto something to keep him from falling.
“Ryan,” he moaned, tipping his head back, arching his back as Ryan flicked his tongue over the head of his cock.
It was just too much: the combined pain-pleasure sensations of Ryan’s fist moving deep inside his well-lubricated hole mixing with the mind-blowing eagerness with which Ryan’s mouth was moving up and down his hardness and a few seconds later Stephen was coming with a loud cry down Ryan’s throat, whose eyes were shining with so much love it might have scared Stephen if he had had the energy to open his eyes.
And yet, no matter how exhausted he was, as Ryan stretched out beside him Stephen reached out to return the favour, just to find that there was no need. The thought that Ryan had come just at the sight of him would have been too much to comprehend if Stephen had let himself dwell on the thought for too long. Instead he turned on his side, letting Ryan press flush against him, wrapping strong arms around him in an overly “homely” way Stephen would never have accepted from anyone else.
And when Ryan placed a soft kiss against his shoulder blade - the only confession between them - Stephen just smiled, and let sleep claim him.
Characters/Pairing: Stephen/Ryan, (Stephen/others referenced)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 515
Warning: fisting, fluff
Christmas present for lukadreaming. It’s my first time writing this kink, I hope it’s still ok and you like it. :)
Stephen gripped the bedpost harder.
His whole body was shivering and it was getting increasingly hard to breathe. It felt like his insides were on fire and he was being torn in half, and yet nothing was farther from his mind than to ask Ryan to stop. He was concentrating so hard on relaxing his muscles that he barely noticed the soothing feather-light kiss on the small of his back.
“We don’t have to do this, you know.”
Stephen didn’t have the energy to disagree, he just shook his head. He wanted to do this, he needed to do this - to give Ryan something he’d never given to any of his numerous lovers.
“Just… do it…”
He could literally feel Ryan’s hesitation ripple through his body but it lasted only a second before Ryan pulled his fist out of Stephen’s shaking body.
“No…” Stephen gasped but before he could say anything else Ryan flipped him on his back and placed an almost chaste kiss on Stephen’s flaccid cock before taking it in his mouth, sucking with relish on the heated flesh until the first wanton moan escaped his lover’s lips.
Ryan poured some more lube on his fist and started slowly pushing it back into Stephen’s body. Stephen was trembling again but this time pain was mixing with intense pleasure as Ryan started sucking his cock in earnest. Stephen’s lips fell open in a mute gasp and his eyes rolled back with the intensity of desire cursing through his body. The cautious and yet firm twisting movements of Ryan’s fist sent ripples of violent shocks through him and he wasn’t sure anymore if he wanted it to stop or to go on forever. He grabbed the sheets, twisting the white material between his fingers, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to hold onto something to keep him from falling.
“Ryan,” he moaned, tipping his head back, arching his back as Ryan flicked his tongue over the head of his cock.
It was just too much: the combined pain-pleasure sensations of Ryan’s fist moving deep inside his well-lubricated hole mixing with the mind-blowing eagerness with which Ryan’s mouth was moving up and down his hardness and a few seconds later Stephen was coming with a loud cry down Ryan’s throat, whose eyes were shining with so much love it might have scared Stephen if he had had the energy to open his eyes.
And yet, no matter how exhausted he was, as Ryan stretched out beside him Stephen reached out to return the favour, just to find that there was no need. The thought that Ryan had come just at the sight of him would have been too much to comprehend if Stephen had let himself dwell on the thought for too long. Instead he turned on his side, letting Ryan press flush against him, wrapping strong arms around him in an overly “homely” way Stephen would never have accepted from anyone else.
And when Ryan placed a soft kiss against his shoulder blade - the only confession between them - Stephen just smiled, and let sleep claim him.