BSG Ficlet: "Just Swearwords"
Since it's apparently Smut Day in the World of Trovia, here's the ficlet that I promised geekbynight ages ago when she guessed a major part of the drabbles I wrote for the kink challenge. This is Gaeta/Hot Dog, 300 words, the prompt was "pegging and dirty talk in a foreign language." Go figure out the rating yourself. Hope you'll enjoy this, Geek. :)
Just Swearwords
“Oh Gods,” Brendan groaned, all his body tense, and Felix heard a faint thud when the other man’s forehead bumped against the table top. He smirked, comfortably seated on a chair behind Brendan, and pushed the dildo back inside with a wicked twist. His stump would thank him later and besides, Brendan had a thing for sex that involved furniture.
As became obvious when Brendan broke into a string of rural Libran.
Felix paused. Ignoring the other man’s whimper, he left the dildo in place and stroke the crook where ass met thigh thoughtfully.
“What does that mean what you just said?”
Brendan whimpered again. “Who cares?” he managed. “’s just swearwords.” He rocked his hips slightly. Felix ignored the prompt.
“I care,” he said. His thumb rubbing a spot on one of Brendan’s ass cheeks in a soothing motion, he grinned. “How do I say, ‘I’m going to frak you until you scream’?”
Brendan ejected a small moan, but he complied. Listening closely, Felix committed all the foreign syllables to memory. It sounded a little like Ancient Piconian.
He crooked his head. “How do I say, ‘I’m going to make you come’?”
It seemed like Brendan was suppressing the urge to dry-hump the edge of the table.
When he finally reached for the dildo again and continued, Felix deliberately waited, and drove Brendan just a little more crazy, until he applied the foreign words with carefully clear pronunciation.
Worked like a charm.
I’m going to frak you until you scream. I’m going to make you come. And he did. It was a thing of beauty to see Brendan push back against the intrusion, losing his pace entirely when Felix started fisting his cock.
Good thing he’d already learned to say “I love you” months ago.
Just Swearwords
“Oh Gods,” Brendan groaned, all his body tense, and Felix heard a faint thud when the other man’s forehead bumped against the table top. He smirked, comfortably seated on a chair behind Brendan, and pushed the dildo back inside with a wicked twist. His stump would thank him later and besides, Brendan had a thing for sex that involved furniture.
As became obvious when Brendan broke into a string of rural Libran.
Felix paused. Ignoring the other man’s whimper, he left the dildo in place and stroke the crook where ass met thigh thoughtfully.
“What does that mean what you just said?”
Brendan whimpered again. “Who cares?” he managed. “’s just swearwords.” He rocked his hips slightly. Felix ignored the prompt.
“I care,” he said. His thumb rubbing a spot on one of Brendan’s ass cheeks in a soothing motion, he grinned. “How do I say, ‘I’m going to frak you until you scream’?”
Brendan ejected a small moan, but he complied. Listening closely, Felix committed all the foreign syllables to memory. It sounded a little like Ancient Piconian.
He crooked his head. “How do I say, ‘I’m going to make you come’?”
It seemed like Brendan was suppressing the urge to dry-hump the edge of the table.
When he finally reached for the dildo again and continued, Felix deliberately waited, and drove Brendan just a little more crazy, until he applied the foreign words with carefully clear pronunciation.
Worked like a charm.
I’m going to frak you until you scream. I’m going to make you come. And he did. It was a thing of beauty to see Brendan push back against the intrusion, losing his pace entirely when Felix started fisting his cock.
Good thing he’d already learned to say “I love you” months ago.