[fic] Walk this way by fawsley, brown Cortina with Rathbone, Gene and Sam
Title: Walk this way
Author: fawsley
Characters: Rathbone, Gene/Sam
Warnings: very mild and fully consensual BDSM
Rating: slightly kinky brown Cortina
Word count: 320
Disclaimer: All the property of the BBC and Kudos
Summary: Superintendent Rathbone has a problem with Sam...
Notes: A rather more suitable offering for Porntober, with a nod towards Pervember.
Walk this way
‘Does he have to do that?’
‘Erm, who Sir?’
‘Tyler. Your DI. Does he have to do that?’
‘Do what, Sir?’
‘Look at him! He’s wiggling, for crying out loud! Why on earth does he have to walk like that?’
Wrists straining at the cuffs but there’s no escape, leg muscles cramped from being so long slung over Gene’s shoulders, bottom lip scarlet and swollen where he’s bitten it, one bright bead of blood glistening at the corner. This is exquisite torture, long slow strokes gradually taking him deeper and deeper until Gene has all of him and there is nothing left to give. Sam is so very pretty when he cries.
‘Is he a poofter or something?’
Early into the station before there’s anyone else around, though the inner sanctum’s lack of a lockable door still makes this a dangerous place to be. Sam moans breathlessly at the gentlest of touches, at the leisurely sweep of a skilful hand upon his body, desperate to relax, trying so hard not to tense against what he knows is inevitable. A firm leather driving glove can leave such a lasting imprint upon pale, tender flesh.
‘Are his trousers too tight? Or is it those dreadful boots he insists on wearing?’
Standing up, hard and fast, the difference in height lifting Tyler off his feet with every brutal thrust that drives into him. Hobbled by his own jeans, writhing, shuddering, fingernails scrabbling for some sort of purchase on the brickwork, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, a litany of threatened filth punctuated by Sam’s desperate, sobbing pleading for this never, never to stop. Very thick walls, Lost and Found.
‘Came to us from Hyde, didn’t he? Only to be expected then, I suppose.’
‘I’ll have a word with him, Sir.’
‘You do that, Chief Inspector.’
‘Oi! Tyler! My office, now!’
Probably about time that butt plug came out anyway…
Author: fawsley
Characters: Rathbone, Gene/Sam
Warnings: very mild and fully consensual BDSM
Rating: slightly kinky brown Cortina
Word count: 320
Disclaimer: All the property of the BBC and Kudos
Summary: Superintendent Rathbone has a problem with Sam...
Notes: A rather more suitable offering for Porntober, with a nod towards Pervember.
Walk this way
‘Does he have to do that?’
‘Erm, who Sir?’
‘Tyler. Your DI. Does he have to do that?’
‘Do what, Sir?’
‘Look at him! He’s wiggling, for crying out loud! Why on earth does he have to walk like that?’
Wrists straining at the cuffs but there’s no escape, leg muscles cramped from being so long slung over Gene’s shoulders, bottom lip scarlet and swollen where he’s bitten it, one bright bead of blood glistening at the corner. This is exquisite torture, long slow strokes gradually taking him deeper and deeper until Gene has all of him and there is nothing left to give. Sam is so very pretty when he cries.
‘Is he a poofter or something?’
Early into the station before there’s anyone else around, though the inner sanctum’s lack of a lockable door still makes this a dangerous place to be. Sam moans breathlessly at the gentlest of touches, at the leisurely sweep of a skilful hand upon his body, desperate to relax, trying so hard not to tense against what he knows is inevitable. A firm leather driving glove can leave such a lasting imprint upon pale, tender flesh.
‘Are his trousers too tight? Or is it those dreadful boots he insists on wearing?’
Standing up, hard and fast, the difference in height lifting Tyler off his feet with every brutal thrust that drives into him. Hobbled by his own jeans, writhing, shuddering, fingernails scrabbling for some sort of purchase on the brickwork, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, a litany of threatened filth punctuated by Sam’s desperate, sobbing pleading for this never, never to stop. Very thick walls, Lost and Found.
‘Came to us from Hyde, didn’t he? Only to be expected then, I suppose.’
‘I’ll have a word with him, Sir.’
‘You do that, Chief Inspector.’
‘Oi! Tyler! My office, now!’
Probably about time that butt plug came out anyway…