FIC: Offering
Title: Offering
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, BDSM, PWP
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: This is all bellasianna's fault - she sent me the picture. Then havenward left the Christian/Steve, knifekink prompt at phantisma's comment porn post for today. So yeah... I blame those three... I had nothing to do with this at ALL!
Warning: Not beta'd.(Tenses? What tenses? We don't need no stinkin' tenses...)
Summary: 350 words of Christian/Steve knife kink...
Christian gasps, clutches at the ropes around his wrists, focuses all his energy on staying still, on not reacting to the cool sharp metal slowly scratching its way down his chest, and the warm, wet tease of Steve's tongue following it's path.
Steve chuckles as he lifts his head to watch the tremors wracking Christian's frame before dipping his head back down to suck the tip of his cock between his lips
Christian tenses, a strangled moan ripped from his throat - but he doesn't buck his hips up.
"Good boy," Steve praises and rocks back on his heels between Christian's spread legs. "That's it," he murmurs and Christian's erection. "Just stay nice and still for me..."
Continuing to murmur words of praise and encouragement, Steve runs the flat of the blade down Christian's ribs once more, then scratches red marks down over his hipbones until the knife is pressing against his balls, drawing a low choked cry. Steve grins and oh so gently and slowly drags the tip of the knife along the length of Christian's cock - jut enough for him to feel but nothing more and Christian's whimpering; breathless and desperate as his hips roll upward, offering himself to Steve, to the blade.
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, BDSM, PWP
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: This is all bellasianna's fault - she sent me the picture. Then havenward left the Christian/Steve, knifekink prompt at phantisma's comment porn post for today. So yeah... I blame those three... I had nothing to do with this at ALL!
Warning: Not beta'd.(Tenses? What tenses? We don't need no stinkin' tenses...)
Summary: 350 words of Christian/Steve knife kink...
Christian gasps, clutches at the ropes around his wrists, focuses all his energy on staying still, on not reacting to the cool sharp metal slowly scratching its way down his chest, and the warm, wet tease of Steve's tongue following it's path.
Steve chuckles as he lifts his head to watch the tremors wracking Christian's frame before dipping his head back down to suck the tip of his cock between his lips
Christian tenses, a strangled moan ripped from his throat - but he doesn't buck his hips up.
"Good boy," Steve praises and rocks back on his heels between Christian's spread legs. "That's it," he murmurs and Christian's erection. "Just stay nice and still for me..."
Continuing to murmur words of praise and encouragement, Steve runs the flat of the blade down Christian's ribs once more, then scratches red marks down over his hipbones until the knife is pressing against his balls, drawing a low choked cry. Steve grins and oh so gently and slowly drags the tip of the knife along the length of Christian's cock - jut enough for him to feel but nothing more and Christian's whimpering; breathless and desperate as his hips roll upward, offering himself to Steve, to the blade.