A Strange Request
Title: A Strange Request
Companion to: Incarnate
Rating NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville
Disclaimer: Fiction... look it up.
Warnings: Kinks abound.
Word Count: 516
Summary: A glimpse into our boys’ life pre-Ryan...
Author’s Note: As always, playing around with perspective...
Also: Expect Acts or more Incarnate to be posted after the move...
Other Companions:
Unseen, The Air We Breathe, Some Kind of Paradise, Hit me
The queerest I’ve ever felt was the day I walked into a nail salon. You know those places advertising those neon, claw-like appendages to be attached to your finger tips for an excessive fee? I’ve worn make-up more or less since I was sixteen… yet, I’ve always considered myself the exact opposite of a queen. At least, I didn’t think so until the day I walked into that shop.
With the chemical scent wafting through the air and there I am sitting there with my fingers soaking in god knows what… It was then I realized just how much control one Brandon Cole Margera has over me. You heard me. Brandon Cole. I can’t believe he’s making me do this. I could list hundreds, nay, thousands of other things I’d rather be doing at his request. Instead, I’m knuckles deep and already a half an hour into my first manicure.
Frowning, I glance down at the digits distorted by the liquid. What was so wrong with my nails as they were? I never chew them… they’re, in my mind, well kept. Yet, I suffer through this… Tonight better be one hell of a night.
***
I didn’t expect this… I never expect this. All I can do is stare down at Bam as his face pinches first in pain then smoothes out as he grows accustom to the feeling of me inside of him. My basest urges are screaming for me to move, to writhe, to buck… to fuck him through the mattress until he’s crying out… until he’s begging me to stop then all at once begging me not to. These urges I reign in as I look over his tan chest and stomach arching into my touch… arching onto my cock.
The point of this morning’s manicure is completely lost on me… that is until Bam’s hands find mine and drag them to his inner thigh. Pursing my lips, I frown at him. What does he want? He’s breathless far beyond speaking so he drags my hands from his thighs and up to his knees. I’m about to question the point of all this when he gasps out. “Nails…”
“Oh, oooh!!” Leering down at him, I roll my hips just as my pretty, little, lacquered nails dig in. Trails of red welts are left in my wake. He’s trembling and moaning… and I can’t get enough. I bring my hands up and do it again and again. When the first stream of cum hits his stomach, I lurch forward, my torture forgotten, and pound into the warm, convulsing heat of my lover’s ass.
As he comes down, Bam tries to throw me off… roll us over as it were… I cling to his shoulder for dear life and soon my nails rake over his biceps and the fight’s left him, but so has my control as I empty my seed deep within him.
In a flurry of sheets and blankets, we settle for the night. I look over at him and smile. I think I’ll start scheduling regular manicures if I’m rewarded with this...
Companion to: Incarnate
Rating NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville
Disclaimer: Fiction... look it up.
Warnings: Kinks abound.
Word Count: 516
Summary: A glimpse into our boys’ life pre-Ryan...
Author’s Note: As always, playing around with perspective...
Also: Expect Acts or more Incarnate to be posted after the move...
Other Companions:
Unseen, The Air We Breathe, Some Kind of Paradise, Hit me
The queerest I’ve ever felt was the day I walked into a nail salon. You know those places advertising those neon, claw-like appendages to be attached to your finger tips for an excessive fee? I’ve worn make-up more or less since I was sixteen… yet, I’ve always considered myself the exact opposite of a queen. At least, I didn’t think so until the day I walked into that shop.
With the chemical scent wafting through the air and there I am sitting there with my fingers soaking in god knows what… It was then I realized just how much control one Brandon Cole Margera has over me. You heard me. Brandon Cole. I can’t believe he’s making me do this. I could list hundreds, nay, thousands of other things I’d rather be doing at his request. Instead, I’m knuckles deep and already a half an hour into my first manicure.
Frowning, I glance down at the digits distorted by the liquid. What was so wrong with my nails as they were? I never chew them… they’re, in my mind, well kept. Yet, I suffer through this… Tonight better be one hell of a night.
***
I didn’t expect this… I never expect this. All I can do is stare down at Bam as his face pinches first in pain then smoothes out as he grows accustom to the feeling of me inside of him. My basest urges are screaming for me to move, to writhe, to buck… to fuck him through the mattress until he’s crying out… until he’s begging me to stop then all at once begging me not to. These urges I reign in as I look over his tan chest and stomach arching into my touch… arching onto my cock.
The point of this morning’s manicure is completely lost on me… that is until Bam’s hands find mine and drag them to his inner thigh. Pursing my lips, I frown at him. What does he want? He’s breathless far beyond speaking so he drags my hands from his thighs and up to his knees. I’m about to question the point of all this when he gasps out. “Nails…”
“Oh, oooh!!” Leering down at him, I roll my hips just as my pretty, little, lacquered nails dig in. Trails of red welts are left in my wake. He’s trembling and moaning… and I can’t get enough. I bring my hands up and do it again and again. When the first stream of cum hits his stomach, I lurch forward, my torture forgotten, and pound into the warm, convulsing heat of my lover’s ass.
As he comes down, Bam tries to throw me off… roll us over as it were… I cling to his shoulder for dear life and soon my nails rake over his biceps and the fight’s left him, but so has my control as I empty my seed deep within him.
In a flurry of sheets and blankets, we settle for the night. I look over at him and smile. I think I’ll start scheduling regular manicures if I’m rewarded with this...