Separation Anxieties
Title: Separation Anxieties
Author: dalehead
Characters/Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is ENTIRELY made up!
Summary: Sean doesn't want to go.
AN: This is for afra_schatz because of her awesome pictures that made me smile.
Warning: There is BDSM and strong adult themes below the cut.
"I'm going to miss you," Sean was looking very woebegone as he surveyed his packing. It was the most desultory pile of belongings; clothes, MP3, wash stuff, a couple of books. He sighed.
"You’d think I was vanilla looking at this lot"
“I know, baby,” Orlando was all sympathy. “But it’s only for seven weeks, the time will fly by,” he leaned back as Sean, hands cuffed behind him, licked and nipped at his Master’s cock.
Humming, Sean slurped loudly before pulling off once more. “I love playing Sharpe, I really do but I wasn’t expected to be able to do it so soon and I thought you’d come with me,” taking Orlando’s cock, he swallowed it down, gratified when Orlando’s hips rose up off the bed, the force nearly choking him.
“It’s all happened so quick,” not unlike Orlando’s orgasm at this rate. “I just don’t think…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, not when his boy was making those noises and doing that thing to his cock.
And then it was all over, bar the shouting, because Orlando held Sean’s head still and fucked his throat, hard, fast, using his slut, his slave, not caring that he was hurting him because he knew Sean was getting off on this too. Using him until he came with a shout, holding Sean still so he had to swallow fast else seriously choke.
For his part, Sean’s eyes were shut, blissfully happy and resolutely not thinking about their impending separation. When Orlando was finally done, he licked him clean, then lifted his chin for the kiss that he knew was his alone.
“My precious slave,” there was no hint of irony in Orlando’s tone as he savoured the taste of his own come on Sean’s mouth. “Whatever was I thinking of, you better call someone and tell them your boyfriend can’t live without your mouth for seven days let alone seven long weeks…”
Author: dalehead
Characters/Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is ENTIRELY made up!
Summary: Sean doesn't want to go.
AN: This is for afra_schatz because of her awesome pictures that made me smile.
Warning: There is BDSM and strong adult themes below the cut.
"I'm going to miss you," Sean was looking very woebegone as he surveyed his packing. It was the most desultory pile of belongings; clothes, MP3, wash stuff, a couple of books. He sighed.
"You’d think I was vanilla looking at this lot"
“I know, baby,” Orlando was all sympathy. “But it’s only for seven weeks, the time will fly by,” he leaned back as Sean, hands cuffed behind him, licked and nipped at his Master’s cock.
Humming, Sean slurped loudly before pulling off once more. “I love playing Sharpe, I really do but I wasn’t expected to be able to do it so soon and I thought you’d come with me,” taking Orlando’s cock, he swallowed it down, gratified when Orlando’s hips rose up off the bed, the force nearly choking him.
“It’s all happened so quick,” not unlike Orlando’s orgasm at this rate. “I just don’t think…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, not when his boy was making those noises and doing that thing to his cock.
And then it was all over, bar the shouting, because Orlando held Sean’s head still and fucked his throat, hard, fast, using his slut, his slave, not caring that he was hurting him because he knew Sean was getting off on this too. Using him until he came with a shout, holding Sean still so he had to swallow fast else seriously choke.
For his part, Sean’s eyes were shut, blissfully happy and resolutely not thinking about their impending separation. When Orlando was finally done, he licked him clean, then lifted his chin for the kiss that he knew was his alone.
“My precious slave,” there was no hint of irony in Orlando’s tone as he savoured the taste of his own come on Sean’s mouth. “Whatever was I thinking of, you better call someone and tell them your boyfriend can’t live without your mouth for seven days let alone seven long weeks…”