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Title: Restraint
Pairing: Chandler/Kent
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Plotless porn.
Word count: 200ish
Disclaimer: Whitechapel belongs to its creators, and I am but a penniless student.
Kent is gripping the headboard and trying not to go out of his mind.
What had started off as a perfectly innocent handjob in bed - well, he says perfectly innocent, he was still blindfolded then as he is now, and - god, Joe’s tongue is doing filthy things to him.
His train of thought abruptly disappears when the pressure of Joe’s tongue - which had been circling teasingly lightly around his hole - increases.
The fingers of one of the hands spreading him open from beneath swipe tantalisingly close to where he’s slick and Kent has to fight back a whine. It takes every bit of willpower he has not to rub himself against the contact.
The last time he’d tried that, pressed back against Joe’s hand, been too pushy, he’d ended up on his knees in an instant, getting Joe off with his mouth, achingly hard, but getting nothing back in return.
It isn’t a risk he’s going to take again.
He exhales, shuddering, and counts his own heartbeat, throbbing in his ears, and forces himself to remain still.