Neosporin, Necromancers, Neigh say
Title: Neosporin, Necromancers, Neigh say
Series: 1_million_words prompts
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Steve/Danny
Summary: kaige68 posted a list of prompts for 1_million_words at this post. Here are the N prompts.
Words: exactly 500
Warnings/Notes: Sex? Otherwise, just silliness. Some misuse of language for the greater good.
“Neosporin? That’s the best you can do?” Danny asked. He was looking down the length of his body to where Steve was kneeling between his widespread thighs.
“I’m sorry. I forgot the lube,” Steve admitted. That he was totally naked and completely hard made it a little easier for Danny to forgive him his oversight.
“I guess we packed in a hurry, huh?” Danny said, laying flat back on the bed.
“Yeah. And lube was never a part of my kit,” Steve said, studying the tube. The writing was so tiny, he couldn’t tell if it was an acceptable substitute.
“But it will be now, right?” Danny asked, reaching for his own neglected erection.
“No, no. That’s mine,” Steve said, batting away Danny’s hand. “How about a blow job until we can get real lube?”
“Less talk, sailor,” Danny said. The sight of Steve flushed and breathless from having Danny ready never got old. “Except it won’t work out the kinks.”
“We’ll do that tomorrow,” Steve said, leaning closer to lick across the wet tip of Danny’s erection. “However you want it.”
“Then we’ll talk to the necromancers about finding Wo Fat?” Danny asked, gasping when Steve took the tip into his warm, wet mouth. Heaven. “More.”
Steve did as requested, going further down the length of Danny, tonguing and sucking in the exact right combination to drive Danny senseless. Sometimes it even stopped him from talking. But not every time.
“Moo say the cows. Neigh say the horses. Oink say the pigs,” Danny recited breathlessly.
“What are you doing?” Steve asked when he had straightened slightly.
“Reciting one of Grace’s old books so I don’t come the second you are around me,” Danny admitted.
Steve smiled at that, licking across the tip again. “Challenge accepted.” He resumed his work, using every technique he knew were Danny’s triggers. His tongue did a dance of seduction while his cheeks hollowed in determination.
“Please says the Danny. Quack say the ducklings. Roar say the lions. Steven says the Danno.” Danny’s fingers were buried in Steve’s hair, guiding but not confining him. Steve kept up easily with the gyrations of Danny’s hips, practice teaching him that the sensations translated into a dance of need. “Steven.”
“You already did S,” Steve said, easing off to lick him, his fist keeping Danny’s erection occupied. “What’s T?”
“Termination if you don’t hurry up.”
Steve laughed, the puffs of air skittering across Danny’s overly sensitive skin. He went back to it, Danny nearly exploding with the first touch.
“Tut tut looks like rain says the Pooh. Uhhmm… no that was Christopher Robin. Ohhh… uhmmm… urrnnnnn….” Danny was panting, no words left to speak. Steve had won but Danny was also the victor.
“Winnie the Pooh? Really?” Steve asked as he swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Mood killer?” Danny laughed, pushing Steve down and taking care of his erection that had not softened in the least with the mention of the rotund bear.
Series: 1_million_words prompts
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Steve/Danny
Summary: kaige68 posted a list of prompts for 1_million_words at this post. Here are the N prompts.
Words: exactly 500
Warnings/Notes: Sex? Otherwise, just silliness. Some misuse of language for the greater good.
“Neosporin? That’s the best you can do?” Danny asked. He was looking down the length of his body to where Steve was kneeling between his widespread thighs.
“I’m sorry. I forgot the lube,” Steve admitted. That he was totally naked and completely hard made it a little easier for Danny to forgive him his oversight.
“I guess we packed in a hurry, huh?” Danny said, laying flat back on the bed.
“Yeah. And lube was never a part of my kit,” Steve said, studying the tube. The writing was so tiny, he couldn’t tell if it was an acceptable substitute.
“But it will be now, right?” Danny asked, reaching for his own neglected erection.
“No, no. That’s mine,” Steve said, batting away Danny’s hand. “How about a blow job until we can get real lube?”
“Less talk, sailor,” Danny said. The sight of Steve flushed and breathless from having Danny ready never got old. “Except it won’t work out the kinks.”
“We’ll do that tomorrow,” Steve said, leaning closer to lick across the wet tip of Danny’s erection. “However you want it.”
“Then we’ll talk to the necromancers about finding Wo Fat?” Danny asked, gasping when Steve took the tip into his warm, wet mouth. Heaven. “More.”
Steve did as requested, going further down the length of Danny, tonguing and sucking in the exact right combination to drive Danny senseless. Sometimes it even stopped him from talking. But not every time.
“Moo say the cows. Neigh say the horses. Oink say the pigs,” Danny recited breathlessly.
“What are you doing?” Steve asked when he had straightened slightly.
“Reciting one of Grace’s old books so I don’t come the second you are around me,” Danny admitted.
Steve smiled at that, licking across the tip again. “Challenge accepted.” He resumed his work, using every technique he knew were Danny’s triggers. His tongue did a dance of seduction while his cheeks hollowed in determination.
“Please says the Danny. Quack say the ducklings. Roar say the lions. Steven says the Danno.” Danny’s fingers were buried in Steve’s hair, guiding but not confining him. Steve kept up easily with the gyrations of Danny’s hips, practice teaching him that the sensations translated into a dance of need. “Steven.”
“You already did S,” Steve said, easing off to lick him, his fist keeping Danny’s erection occupied. “What’s T?”
“Termination if you don’t hurry up.”
Steve laughed, the puffs of air skittering across Danny’s overly sensitive skin. He went back to it, Danny nearly exploding with the first touch.
“Tut tut looks like rain says the Pooh. Uhhmm… no that was Christopher Robin. Ohhh… uhmmm… urrnnnnn….” Danny was panting, no words left to speak. Steve had won but Danny was also the victor.
“Winnie the Pooh? Really?” Steve asked as he swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Mood killer?” Danny laughed, pushing Steve down and taking care of his erection that had not softened in the least with the mention of the rotund bear.