Orlibean Drabble - Teasing Sean
Title: Teasing Sean
Author: dalehead
Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kind of BDSM in theme but nothing overtly shocking
Disclaimer: This is total fabrication and made up by me.
"What the fuck happened?" Sean wasn't bothered but normally there was a damned good reason for finding himself stretched out on the modern day equivalent of a wrack whilst a naked Orlando sat on his chest, teasing him with his cock.
Painting a thin level of precome over Sean's lips, Orlando smirked.
"That's no way for a slave to address his Master," he remarked, grinning a bit more as Sean groaned in frustration, his tongue reaching for that elusive column of flesh. "It's Sunday afternoon, I wanted to take your mind off the tabloids and I thought, go on knock yourself out, make your lover ..." he broke off. "Wow baby, that was a fantastic noise.
Sean whimpered. He hated this. No, he loved it. He was unable to move more than a few inches, he could feel his Master's naked arse on his chest and there was a shit eating grin on his lover's face. And all the time, Sean was sure this was in aid of something, that somehow he was missing the point.
"You want to taste me yes? Then you gotta beg like a good slut," Orlando was watching carefully, watching as need overcame any other emotion.
"Please Master, please allow your slave to ... please, please, need to taste you," Sean's carefully worded pleas were all to cock. His Master's scent was driving him mad.
"Well ..." Orlando poised a little long, rocking backwards and forwards, feeling the damp skin underneath him. He poised just another few seconds, enjoying the sounds of frustration dripping from Sean's lip as copiously as the precome dripping from both of their cocks. "You're such a good slave that...." and there. He pushed his cock into his slave's mouth, eyes fluttering as that talented tongue and lips set to work.
"Sean..." he gasped as he begun to fuck his slave/lover/most beloved. "I pranged the car today..."
Author: dalehead
Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kind of BDSM in theme but nothing overtly shocking
Disclaimer: This is total fabrication and made up by me.
"What the fuck happened?" Sean wasn't bothered but normally there was a damned good reason for finding himself stretched out on the modern day equivalent of a wrack whilst a naked Orlando sat on his chest, teasing him with his cock.
Painting a thin level of precome over Sean's lips, Orlando smirked.
"That's no way for a slave to address his Master," he remarked, grinning a bit more as Sean groaned in frustration, his tongue reaching for that elusive column of flesh. "It's Sunday afternoon, I wanted to take your mind off the tabloids and I thought, go on knock yourself out, make your lover ..." he broke off. "Wow baby, that was a fantastic noise.
Sean whimpered. He hated this. No, he loved it. He was unable to move more than a few inches, he could feel his Master's naked arse on his chest and there was a shit eating grin on his lover's face. And all the time, Sean was sure this was in aid of something, that somehow he was missing the point.
"You want to taste me yes? Then you gotta beg like a good slut," Orlando was watching carefully, watching as need overcame any other emotion.
"Please Master, please allow your slave to ... please, please, need to taste you," Sean's carefully worded pleas were all to cock. His Master's scent was driving him mad.
"Well ..." Orlando poised a little long, rocking backwards and forwards, feeling the damp skin underneath him. He poised just another few seconds, enjoying the sounds of frustration dripping from Sean's lip as copiously as the precome dripping from both of their cocks. "You're such a good slave that...." and there. He pushed his cock into his slave's mouth, eyes fluttering as that talented tongue and lips set to work.
"Sean..." he gasped as he begun to fuck his slave/lover/most beloved. "I pranged the car today..."