Tasty
Title: Tasty
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Lester
Words: 1,947
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval
Spoliers: None
AN: So this was supposed to be comment porn, but apparently no-one told the boys that and they got a little carried away. I can only apologise on their behalf *g*. Written for prompt "Rope, chocolate sauce; Connor/male of your choice" from woodstock12 at the porn party over atprimeval_denial. Sorry, have a feeling this may upset a certain hound... And sorry, not beta'd.
Lester was somewhat surprised. He had of course agreed to it, but hadn’t quite been expecting this.
He was now lying flat on his back on his bed, completely naked, his hands tied securely above his head and his feet bound equally securely, spread at the end of the bed. And Conner...well Connor had vanished.
He strained to lift his head as he heard Connor walk back into the room. He was carrying something that Lester couldn’t quite make out. But he was also naked, sporting a big grin and a very impressive erection. Lester’s cock twitched in response.
Connor approached the bed and straddled Lester’s prone body at the knees. He held up the bottle in his hands.
“I love chocolate sauce, don’t you? Oh, no, I remember now you didn’t want me to buy this did you? Well, let’s see if we can change your mind.”
Connor squeezed gently on the bottle and a drop of sauce appeared on his finger. Conner regarded his finger briefly before flicking his eyes back to Lester. Keeping eye contact he slipped the finger into his mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a moan of appreciation.
“Oh, that tastes so good.”
Lester’s eyes took in the expression on Connor’s face before focusing on the digit that was now moving in and out of Connor’s mouth as he continued to moan around it. His cock gave another twitch.
Conner removed the finger and licked it, curling his tongue to get the last of the sauce off it.
Lester swallowed hard.
Opening his eyes again Conner grinned down at his captive lover.
“Do you want to see how good it tastes?”
Lester nodded dumbly. Connor squeezed another small amount onto his finger and brought it to Lester’s mouth. Lester lifted his head hungrily, only to have the hand withdrawn.
“Patience, James. Now, open your mouth slightly, but don’t even think of licking.”
Lester did as he was told and Connor’s hand came towards him again. Lester lay as still as he could while Connor’s finger delicately painted his lips with the sauce. The urge to lick his lips was great, but he restrained himself. Then Connor lowered his face and that talented tongue flicked out again, the tip licking at the side of his darkened lips and dragging a groan from them. The noise seemed to do something to Connor and crashed their lips together, the gentleness of a moment ago gone. His tongue entered Lester’s mouth and was met enthusiastically. As their lips moved together Lester caught the sweet taste of the chocolate sauce from his own lips. He ached to be able to raise his hands and pull Connor closer to him, but there was no give in the bonds. And all too soon it was over and Connor sat back again, grin once more firmly in place; though Lester was pleased to see that he was breathing a little heavier too.
“See, tastes good doesn’t it? I wonder where else it tastes good.”
He squeezed the bottle again and a bit more of the sauce coated two fingers. Conner leant forward and swiped the chocolate in a thick stripe down Lester’s neck. Lester just had time to take in the wicked grin that spread across the young man’s face before his head descended.
Lester threw back his head as the warm heat of Connor’s mouth and tongue moved up and down his neck, devouring the sweet, sticky sauce. Connor took his time, savouring the flavour, and without warning started nipping at the tender flesh. Lester gasped and arched his back off the bed.
Satisfied that he had got all he could, Conner sat up again, tongue flicking out over his lips.
“Oh it defiantly tastes better there, but I wonder where else would taste nice.”
Suddenly the bottle was hovering over Lester’s chest and he took a deep breath in as the first drop hit his skin. Conner squeezed the bottle gently, just letting drops fall and scatter across his chest. With precision Connor managed to ensure that the cool syrup landed on each of his nipples causing Lester to gasp some more.
Satisfied with his work Connor put the bottle to one side and grinned down at his captive lover.
“So, shall we see?”
Lester raised his head again to watch Connor dip his. He saw his tongue flick out and lap at a droplet of the sauce. Connor raised his head and caught his eye, a big grin on his face, before lowering it again to lay an open mouthed kiss on Lester’s skin.
Lester lay, trying not to strain too hard against his bonds, as Connor’s warm mouth made its way across his chest. He bit back a quite unmanly sound as Connor’s teeth nipped at the flesh that his tongue had just licked clean.
Then Connor’s mouth found its way to his nipple. Lester huffed out a breath as Connor teased the sensitive area, sucking and licking, until it had become hardened under his touch. Lester bit his lips knowing what was coming next. His hips canted off the bed as Connor bit down hard and a groan finally escaped his lips. He tried to control his breathing as Conner used his lips to sooth the area again, before moving onto the next area of chocolate sauce on his chest.
It was painful how much patience Connor could have for someone normally so flighty. As he administered slow, sweet torture to Lester’s body he was caught between wanting the boy to hurry up and wanting the delicious ministrations to go on forever.
Finally Connor sat up again and licked his lips languidly.
“Hmm, that was very nice. But I think it can taste nicer still; don’t you think?
Lester nodded enthusiastically refusing to speak lest his voice betray his need, but stopped as he saw Connor’s grin turn wolfish.
“Though maybe it’s your turn. And I did like you with painted lips.”
Connor moved himself further up Lester’s body to straddle his chest and the older man groaned with want as he realised where this was going. Connor squeezed sauce onto his fingers once again and Lester automatically opened his mouth and allowed the chocolate to decorate his lips with a thicker layer than before. Connor looked at his handy work.
“Nice, but needs something more.”
Shifting further forwards Conner gripped his erection and ran it over Lester’s lips, smearing the chocolate around his mouth and coating the head of his own cock. Lester pulled at the bindings at his legs, straining for more, but not wanting to break the spell by lifting his head. Lester was aware that he was starting to pant and he flicked out his tongue. He caught the mingling tastes of sweet chocolate and the sharp flavour of Connor’s leaking pre-come.
Unable to help himself he moaned again and Connor took the advantage to push his cock into the willing mouth. Lester accepted it greedily, lifting his head off the bed to try and take more down. Conner reached under his head to support it and let out a deep moan himself at the sensations. Lester hollowed his cheeks and used his tongue to give as much pleasure as he could to his young lover in this position.
Connor’s body fell forward, one hand bracing him against the wall, and the new position gave him better leverage to gently fuck Lester’s mouth. He moaned as Lester willingly accepted more of him into his mouth and he felt his cock hit the back of his throat. Heat pooled in his belly as he hit the now or never point of no return.
With a gasp he pulled himself free of Lester’s mouth, receiving a disappointed whimper that sent such a shiver through him he almost went back.
But no, he had other plans. Shifting back slightly he reached behind him and felt for Lester’s erection. He was as hard and leaking as he was. Connor slid back a little further smiling at the keening sounds coming from Lester now he was finally being touched. He guided the head of Lester’s penis to his opening and began to lower himself.
Lester’s eyes opened wide as he realised that Connor had been doing more than just getting sauce when he had been out of the room.
Connor was caught between wanting to impale himself on the hard welcome intrusion in one deep thrust and wanting to continue tormenting his lover. The look of need in Lester’s eyes made the decision for him.
He paused, just the head of Lester’s cock breaching the tight ring of muscle and held himself there.
Lester stared at him in disbelief, then gave a look of frustration.
“For fuck’s sake Connor, get on with...ug!”
Connor lowered himself in one swift movement dragging a deep groan from Lester which he matched with his own. He stilled again, trying to catch his breath and adjusting to the sensation of being so completely filled.
Lester bucked his hips beneath him, urging him to move, but tied the way he was he had no leverage. And he knew it.
Connor grinned at him again.
“Something you want James?”
“Just bloody well get on with it Connor.”
Connor gave a sharp clench of his sphincter muscle and reached out to tweak a nipple.
“Get on with what?” he asked over the sound of Lester’s gasp.
“Fuck.” Lester moaned in exasperation, refusing to be made to beg.
“If you don’t tell me what you want, how can I know?” Connor grinned again and gave a short flick with his hips, dragging another groan from Lester’s lips and causing his back to arch.
“Fuck me Connor. “
“Like this?” Conner raised himself up and forced himself down and back on Lester’s cock.
“Oh dear god yes. Fuck yourself on me Connor. Please.”
The ragged “please” tipped Connor over the edge. He leant forward slightly and braced a hand on Lester’s chest using his thighs and hips to ride Lester’s cock, driving it harder and deeper into his body. He moaned as his sweet spot was struck over and over again. He reached to take his own dripping cock into his hand, driving into his own grip in time to his thrusts onto Lester.
He looked down at his lover to see him, flushed, pupils blown, mouth wide with pleasure, staring at him. Connor kept thrusting as he watched Lester become undone in front of him. Lester’s body started to tremble, then it stiffened and his back arched off the bed. Lester threw his head back and a silent scream opened his mouth wide. It was too much for Connor and his own orgasm hit him hard and suddenly, waves of pleasure rushing through him and he spilt himself across Lester’s chest and stomach.
Connor collapsed down onto Lester’s chest, burying his head into his neck, trying to catch his breath. After a moment he moved his head to catch Lester’s lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. With effort he reached up a hand and undid the ties binding Lester’s wrists and was quickly rewarded with two arms circling his back and holding him close. His feet would have to wait till later.
The kiss was languid and gentle and lasted while their rushing heartbeats pulsed out a rhythm against each other. Slowly Connor started to pull back.
“You’re sticky.” he said looking down at Lester’s body.
“And whose fault is that?”
Connor grinned. “We’d better get you in the shower then.”
Lester, not for the first time, was left wondering if Connor’s youthful energy and stamina was a blessing or a curse.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Lester
Words: 1,947
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval
Spoliers: None
AN: So this was supposed to be comment porn, but apparently no-one told the boys that and they got a little carried away. I can only apologise on their behalf *g*. Written for prompt "Rope, chocolate sauce; Connor/male of your choice" from woodstock12 at the porn party over atprimeval_denial. Sorry, have a feeling this may upset a certain hound... And sorry, not beta'd.
Lester was somewhat surprised. He had of course agreed to it, but hadn’t quite been expecting this.
He was now lying flat on his back on his bed, completely naked, his hands tied securely above his head and his feet bound equally securely, spread at the end of the bed. And Conner...well Connor had vanished.
He strained to lift his head as he heard Connor walk back into the room. He was carrying something that Lester couldn’t quite make out. But he was also naked, sporting a big grin and a very impressive erection. Lester’s cock twitched in response.
Connor approached the bed and straddled Lester’s prone body at the knees. He held up the bottle in his hands.
“I love chocolate sauce, don’t you? Oh, no, I remember now you didn’t want me to buy this did you? Well, let’s see if we can change your mind.”
Connor squeezed gently on the bottle and a drop of sauce appeared on his finger. Conner regarded his finger briefly before flicking his eyes back to Lester. Keeping eye contact he slipped the finger into his mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a moan of appreciation.
“Oh, that tastes so good.”
Lester’s eyes took in the expression on Connor’s face before focusing on the digit that was now moving in and out of Connor’s mouth as he continued to moan around it. His cock gave another twitch.
Conner removed the finger and licked it, curling his tongue to get the last of the sauce off it.
Lester swallowed hard.
Opening his eyes again Conner grinned down at his captive lover.
“Do you want to see how good it tastes?”
Lester nodded dumbly. Connor squeezed another small amount onto his finger and brought it to Lester’s mouth. Lester lifted his head hungrily, only to have the hand withdrawn.
“Patience, James. Now, open your mouth slightly, but don’t even think of licking.”
Lester did as he was told and Connor’s hand came towards him again. Lester lay as still as he could while Connor’s finger delicately painted his lips with the sauce. The urge to lick his lips was great, but he restrained himself. Then Connor lowered his face and that talented tongue flicked out again, the tip licking at the side of his darkened lips and dragging a groan from them. The noise seemed to do something to Connor and crashed their lips together, the gentleness of a moment ago gone. His tongue entered Lester’s mouth and was met enthusiastically. As their lips moved together Lester caught the sweet taste of the chocolate sauce from his own lips. He ached to be able to raise his hands and pull Connor closer to him, but there was no give in the bonds. And all too soon it was over and Connor sat back again, grin once more firmly in place; though Lester was pleased to see that he was breathing a little heavier too.
“See, tastes good doesn’t it? I wonder where else it tastes good.”
He squeezed the bottle again and a bit more of the sauce coated two fingers. Conner leant forward and swiped the chocolate in a thick stripe down Lester’s neck. Lester just had time to take in the wicked grin that spread across the young man’s face before his head descended.
Lester threw back his head as the warm heat of Connor’s mouth and tongue moved up and down his neck, devouring the sweet, sticky sauce. Connor took his time, savouring the flavour, and without warning started nipping at the tender flesh. Lester gasped and arched his back off the bed.
Satisfied that he had got all he could, Conner sat up again, tongue flicking out over his lips.
“Oh it defiantly tastes better there, but I wonder where else would taste nice.”
Suddenly the bottle was hovering over Lester’s chest and he took a deep breath in as the first drop hit his skin. Conner squeezed the bottle gently, just letting drops fall and scatter across his chest. With precision Connor managed to ensure that the cool syrup landed on each of his nipples causing Lester to gasp some more.
Satisfied with his work Connor put the bottle to one side and grinned down at his captive lover.
“So, shall we see?”
Lester raised his head again to watch Connor dip his. He saw his tongue flick out and lap at a droplet of the sauce. Connor raised his head and caught his eye, a big grin on his face, before lowering it again to lay an open mouthed kiss on Lester’s skin.
Lester lay, trying not to strain too hard against his bonds, as Connor’s warm mouth made its way across his chest. He bit back a quite unmanly sound as Connor’s teeth nipped at the flesh that his tongue had just licked clean.
Then Connor’s mouth found its way to his nipple. Lester huffed out a breath as Connor teased the sensitive area, sucking and licking, until it had become hardened under his touch. Lester bit his lips knowing what was coming next. His hips canted off the bed as Connor bit down hard and a groan finally escaped his lips. He tried to control his breathing as Conner used his lips to sooth the area again, before moving onto the next area of chocolate sauce on his chest.
It was painful how much patience Connor could have for someone normally so flighty. As he administered slow, sweet torture to Lester’s body he was caught between wanting the boy to hurry up and wanting the delicious ministrations to go on forever.
Finally Connor sat up again and licked his lips languidly.
“Hmm, that was very nice. But I think it can taste nicer still; don’t you think?
Lester nodded enthusiastically refusing to speak lest his voice betray his need, but stopped as he saw Connor’s grin turn wolfish.
“Though maybe it’s your turn. And I did like you with painted lips.”
Connor moved himself further up Lester’s body to straddle his chest and the older man groaned with want as he realised where this was going. Connor squeezed sauce onto his fingers once again and Lester automatically opened his mouth and allowed the chocolate to decorate his lips with a thicker layer than before. Connor looked at his handy work.
“Nice, but needs something more.”
Shifting further forwards Conner gripped his erection and ran it over Lester’s lips, smearing the chocolate around his mouth and coating the head of his own cock. Lester pulled at the bindings at his legs, straining for more, but not wanting to break the spell by lifting his head. Lester was aware that he was starting to pant and he flicked out his tongue. He caught the mingling tastes of sweet chocolate and the sharp flavour of Connor’s leaking pre-come.
Unable to help himself he moaned again and Connor took the advantage to push his cock into the willing mouth. Lester accepted it greedily, lifting his head off the bed to try and take more down. Conner reached under his head to support it and let out a deep moan himself at the sensations. Lester hollowed his cheeks and used his tongue to give as much pleasure as he could to his young lover in this position.
Connor’s body fell forward, one hand bracing him against the wall, and the new position gave him better leverage to gently fuck Lester’s mouth. He moaned as Lester willingly accepted more of him into his mouth and he felt his cock hit the back of his throat. Heat pooled in his belly as he hit the now or never point of no return.
With a gasp he pulled himself free of Lester’s mouth, receiving a disappointed whimper that sent such a shiver through him he almost went back.
But no, he had other plans. Shifting back slightly he reached behind him and felt for Lester’s erection. He was as hard and leaking as he was. Connor slid back a little further smiling at the keening sounds coming from Lester now he was finally being touched. He guided the head of Lester’s penis to his opening and began to lower himself.
Lester’s eyes opened wide as he realised that Connor had been doing more than just getting sauce when he had been out of the room.
Connor was caught between wanting to impale himself on the hard welcome intrusion in one deep thrust and wanting to continue tormenting his lover. The look of need in Lester’s eyes made the decision for him.
He paused, just the head of Lester’s cock breaching the tight ring of muscle and held himself there.
Lester stared at him in disbelief, then gave a look of frustration.
“For fuck’s sake Connor, get on with...ug!”
Connor lowered himself in one swift movement dragging a deep groan from Lester which he matched with his own. He stilled again, trying to catch his breath and adjusting to the sensation of being so completely filled.
Lester bucked his hips beneath him, urging him to move, but tied the way he was he had no leverage. And he knew it.
Connor grinned at him again.
“Something you want James?”
“Just bloody well get on with it Connor.”
Connor gave a sharp clench of his sphincter muscle and reached out to tweak a nipple.
“Get on with what?” he asked over the sound of Lester’s gasp.
“Fuck.” Lester moaned in exasperation, refusing to be made to beg.
“If you don’t tell me what you want, how can I know?” Connor grinned again and gave a short flick with his hips, dragging another groan from Lester’s lips and causing his back to arch.
“Fuck me Connor. “
“Like this?” Conner raised himself up and forced himself down and back on Lester’s cock.
“Oh dear god yes. Fuck yourself on me Connor. Please.”
The ragged “please” tipped Connor over the edge. He leant forward slightly and braced a hand on Lester’s chest using his thighs and hips to ride Lester’s cock, driving it harder and deeper into his body. He moaned as his sweet spot was struck over and over again. He reached to take his own dripping cock into his hand, driving into his own grip in time to his thrusts onto Lester.
He looked down at his lover to see him, flushed, pupils blown, mouth wide with pleasure, staring at him. Connor kept thrusting as he watched Lester become undone in front of him. Lester’s body started to tremble, then it stiffened and his back arched off the bed. Lester threw his head back and a silent scream opened his mouth wide. It was too much for Connor and his own orgasm hit him hard and suddenly, waves of pleasure rushing through him and he spilt himself across Lester’s chest and stomach.
Connor collapsed down onto Lester’s chest, burying his head into his neck, trying to catch his breath. After a moment he moved his head to catch Lester’s lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. With effort he reached up a hand and undid the ties binding Lester’s wrists and was quickly rewarded with two arms circling his back and holding him close. His feet would have to wait till later.
The kiss was languid and gentle and lasted while their rushing heartbeats pulsed out a rhythm against each other. Slowly Connor started to pull back.
“You’re sticky.” he said looking down at Lester’s body.
“And whose fault is that?”
Connor grinned. “We’d better get you in the shower then.”
Lester, not for the first time, was left wondering if Connor’s youthful energy and stamina was a blessing or a curse.