Fic: Forbidden Pleasure
Brilliant! :DD What a fab comm! More power to your individual and collective elbows, my dears.
I'm offering a ficlet by way of welcome - apologies if I'm misunderstood the nature and/or level of the comm. (Somehow, though, I doubt it! :D )
Title: Forbidden Pleasure
Author: bistokids
Pairing and/or characters: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None necessary, unless I've missed something.
Word Count: 216
Notes: Please let me know if I've infringed any rules - I've tried to do it right!
He approaches, tentatively but with mounting determination, and the darkening of his eyes, the pupils widened with mingled uncertainty and forbidden thrill, is powerful to behold.
I start to crumble as he grips me, his touch surprisingly delicate for such a hardened hand, treating me with a tender reverence that I scarcely deserve.
He dips his head, tongue lapping at my tip, licking away a stray smear of cream that has oozed out unbidden, and I feel myself falling apart under his expert ministrations. This man knows my soul, my secrets. Knows how to unravel me, layer by layer, eking out every last drop of pleasure.
Suddenly tired of playing, he wraps his lips around me, pulls half of my length into his mouth, widening to accommodate my girth without difficulty. He closes around me, takes one last moment to savour the aroma, the flavours - and bites down. Hard, without mercy. The sensation is incredible, indescribable - my undoing.
As I drift into dark moist oblivion, I am barely aware of the voice beyond, piercing the fog.
“Oi, Bodie! What d’you think you’re doing? Doc said strict diet, sunshine, and that doesn’t include scoffing Swiss roll when you reckon nobody’s looking. Now give that here.”
And, like that, the wet heat is gone, leaving me in pieces.
I'm offering a ficlet by way of welcome - apologies if I'm misunderstood the nature and/or level of the comm. (Somehow, though, I doubt it! :D )
Title: Forbidden Pleasure
Author: bistokids
Pairing and/or characters: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None necessary, unless I've missed something.
Word Count: 216
Notes: Please let me know if I've infringed any rules - I've tried to do it right!
He approaches, tentatively but with mounting determination, and the darkening of his eyes, the pupils widened with mingled uncertainty and forbidden thrill, is powerful to behold.
I start to crumble as he grips me, his touch surprisingly delicate for such a hardened hand, treating me with a tender reverence that I scarcely deserve.
He dips his head, tongue lapping at my tip, licking away a stray smear of cream that has oozed out unbidden, and I feel myself falling apart under his expert ministrations. This man knows my soul, my secrets. Knows how to unravel me, layer by layer, eking out every last drop of pleasure.
Suddenly tired of playing, he wraps his lips around me, pulls half of my length into his mouth, widening to accommodate my girth without difficulty. He closes around me, takes one last moment to savour the aroma, the flavours - and bites down. Hard, without mercy. The sensation is incredible, indescribable - my undoing.
As I drift into dark moist oblivion, I am barely aware of the voice beyond, piercing the fog.
“Oi, Bodie! What d’you think you’re doing? Doc said strict diet, sunshine, and that doesn’t include scoffing Swiss roll when you reckon nobody’s looking. Now give that here.”
And, like that, the wet heat is gone, leaving me in pieces.