Fic: Beg. Burrow and Feel. Rating: Brown Cortina
Title: Beg, Burrow and Feel. [ Courtesy of liquoriceflame. :) ]
Author: totallywow
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: sam/gene
Disclaimer: Not mine : (
Summary: sex!
A/N: This is complete PWP, and there's a delightful mini porn thing going on in this comm at the moment, it would seem. So here is my contribution. It's rather filthy, a bit kinky with a little power play..
Gene is balls deep in Sam, fucking him hard. Sam’s painfully spread open on his knees, clinging onto the metal bars that make up the headboard of Gene’s bed. They’re both naked and sweating and boiling hot. Sam is almost embarrassed by how turned on he is, Gene is squeezing his ribs and he thinks they might break. Another hand grabbing his arse tightly and more than often coming down hard, leaving red fingerprints on Sam’s arse. Sam whimpers every time Gene smacks him, the anticipation is torture but he should expect it. Gene never leaves him unmarked.
Sam throws his head up at Gene slides in deliciously, he’s shaking with pleasure. Arching up into Gene. Gene slams him away and grips his hips.
“Is this how you want it?” Gene’s voice is so dark and thick and his heavy hand comes down again on Sam’s redden arse.
Yes, oh, yes. Sam moves himself, pushing back on Gene’s cock which earns him a much more painful smack. He’s not to take control or attempt to at any point it would seem. Gene fucks him harder.
“I asked you a question.” Gene manages to get out between grunting and pounding and gasping breathlessly.
“Yes, yes please” Sam hears himself speak.
“Go on then, tell me what you want, slut.”
Sam mouth is open wide and he can’t think, he is so fucking hot and turned on, Gene is so cruel and fabulous and hard and his hips hurt so much from where Gene is holding on.
“Ahhhh, oh God... more” Sam gasps.
“You’ve pissed me off today, Tyler.” Gene illustrates his point with a hard whack to Sam’s severely marked arse. Sam whimpers and his body is moving of its own accord, arching and bending and writhing beneath Gene.
Gene pulls Sam up completely, whispering in his ear and Sam leans his body against him. “You’ve been very disobedient.” Sam shudders with pleasure violently and he’s thrown back down and his hands immediately break his fall, clasping onto the bars. Gene places a hand on his back and another on his arse.
“Why should I give you what you want?”
Gene picks up his pace and Sam is aching to stroke his own hard cock but he would fall if he let go and Gene will see to himself first. He needs Gene so much, it’s so good, he can feel the words bubbling up and coming out of his mouth. He’s moaning and squirming and Gene hands grip his hips tightly.
Gene immediately begins to slow down slightly, holding off. Sam is desperate and Gene loves driving him to that point. It makes his skin feel like its on fire, but it’s amazing.
“If you want more, I could be persuaded. Beg me for it.”
Sam squeezes around Gene’s cock, but Gene still won’t fill him up. He throws his head back and listens intently to Gene’s moans of “Fuck… oh, Jesus.” Gene forces himself to concentrate. He can smell the shampoo Sam uses mixed in with sex and sweat and a slight touch of nicotine.
“Please. Please.” His voice is so tense and high and he’s gasping for air.
“Oh dear, that was truly pathetic, Sammy. I would have thought a dirty little tart like you would know exactly how to beg for some nice, hard cock. Do you really, really want it?” He thrust in hard.
Sam mewled obscenely and Gene knew it wasn’t a deliberate sound. “Yes, yes. Please.”
“Then beg.”
Sam wriggles and squirms, that quick thrust sending his whole body crazy, shaking and shuddering and desperate for more movement. “Guv, oh, please, fuck me, I’ll do… promise. Please, anything.” Sam’s words are jumbled, he can’t quite form them. Only Gene could drive him to the edge of incoherency like this.
“Not good enough.” Gene is simply thrusting slowly in out of Sam’s arse, watching the way his cock moves as he holds Sam up near the top of his ribs. He’s not heavy and besides, Sam is holding himself up, clinging onto the bars like his life depends on it anyway.
“Mmmm... please, Gene, please. Please, oh God just please... fuck…” to hear that true need in Sam’s voice makes him feel…well it’s indescribable. It’s too good. To have that power and control over him, over smug know-it-all Tyler practically makes him purr with happiness. The wide eyed flush and soft shudder of pleasure that comes over his pretty little innocent face whenever Gene calls him a whore; often in an entirely inappropriate place, rolling the word round his tongue and staring right into Sam’s huge eyes and blushing face is like nothing he’s ever experienced.
Gene leans in and kisses Sam’s neck softly, massaging his sore arse and stroking it gently.
“See, that’s better. Good boy.”
Gene picks up his speed, and hits the spot Sam is so desperate for him to hit, again and again. Sam is so hard and horny and desperate for Gene and it’s amazing, when Gene builds up to this point. And finally gives him what he’s been craving. Sam moans and whimpers and is making the filthiest noises, unable to stop himself and Gene rather oddly grabs for his cock.
“What, you…” Sam pants.
“I want to come on your face. You get have your fun first this time round, Sammy.”
Sam arches and Gene fucks and jerks him off so fast it hurts and it’s the best fuck of his life, he comes so hard he can’t breathe and makes a completely mess of Gene’s hand, his own stomach and cock and the bed sheets. He falls completely onto the metal he’s holding onto, panting and gasping and coming back down and feels Gene pull out of him carefully.
“Alright, that’s enough dramatics. Knees.”
Sam scrambles onto the floor, kneeling next to the bed. Gene shifts down a little closer, cock being pumped furiously. Sam straightens himself up and looks up, closing his eyes quickly. He’s made that mistake before and won’t be doing it again.
“Open your eyes.” Sam makes a face.
“I’m not going to come in them you twat. I just want to see you properly.”
Reluctantly Sam obeys and Gene is close, hips thrusting and hand moving at an impressive speed, another hand bringing Sam closer, into a perfect position. He grabs the base of his cock. “Ready, Tyler?”
Sam licks his lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Gene’s eyes widen at the title and he groans and pumps violently. “Oh God, Sammy” finally he comes, missing his target of Sam’s forehead but splashing his right cheek, again at the side of his nose dripping over his mouth and Sam opens his mouth for the very final taste, rewarded with a growl and Gene’s last shot. He swallows, naturally, and licks off the cum that made its way to his lips.
Gene collapses onto the poor abused bed, panting heavily. He indicated for Sam to lie down next to him. Sam wiped his face and managed with considerable effort to heave his aching body upwards, and fell asleep far too quickly. Gene was pleased. His Inspector always looks tired and run-down. Nothing like good hard shag to send you to sleep, he grinned. He looked over at Sam, sweetly knocked out and placed a kiss on his forehead. He told himself he’d bring Sammy back to his quiet, now very empty house several times a week to keep an eye on him, make sure he was sleeping and having some proper food. The sex was just pleasure they both deserved and weren’t getting from anyone else. Yet no one else quite made him come like Sam did. He had suspected Sam was a kinky bastard; there was something in his eyes when Gene slammed him against a wall or almost throttled him. Always challenging him at the station and in the office but so beautifully submissive in his bed. Gene could deal with that. Oh yes, he could certainly work with that.
Author: totallywow
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: sam/gene
Disclaimer: Not mine : (
Summary: sex!
A/N: This is complete PWP, and there's a delightful mini porn thing going on in this comm at the moment, it would seem. So here is my contribution. It's rather filthy, a bit kinky with a little power play..
Gene is balls deep in Sam, fucking him hard. Sam’s painfully spread open on his knees, clinging onto the metal bars that make up the headboard of Gene’s bed. They’re both naked and sweating and boiling hot. Sam is almost embarrassed by how turned on he is, Gene is squeezing his ribs and he thinks they might break. Another hand grabbing his arse tightly and more than often coming down hard, leaving red fingerprints on Sam’s arse. Sam whimpers every time Gene smacks him, the anticipation is torture but he should expect it. Gene never leaves him unmarked.
Sam throws his head up at Gene slides in deliciously, he’s shaking with pleasure. Arching up into Gene. Gene slams him away and grips his hips.
“Is this how you want it?” Gene’s voice is so dark and thick and his heavy hand comes down again on Sam’s redden arse.
Yes, oh, yes. Sam moves himself, pushing back on Gene’s cock which earns him a much more painful smack. He’s not to take control or attempt to at any point it would seem. Gene fucks him harder.
“I asked you a question.” Gene manages to get out between grunting and pounding and gasping breathlessly.
“Yes, yes please” Sam hears himself speak.
“Go on then, tell me what you want, slut.”
Sam mouth is open wide and he can’t think, he is so fucking hot and turned on, Gene is so cruel and fabulous and hard and his hips hurt so much from where Gene is holding on.
“Ahhhh, oh God... more” Sam gasps.
“You’ve pissed me off today, Tyler.” Gene illustrates his point with a hard whack to Sam’s severely marked arse. Sam whimpers and his body is moving of its own accord, arching and bending and writhing beneath Gene.
Gene pulls Sam up completely, whispering in his ear and Sam leans his body against him. “You’ve been very disobedient.” Sam shudders with pleasure violently and he’s thrown back down and his hands immediately break his fall, clasping onto the bars. Gene places a hand on his back and another on his arse.
“Why should I give you what you want?”
Gene picks up his pace and Sam is aching to stroke his own hard cock but he would fall if he let go and Gene will see to himself first. He needs Gene so much, it’s so good, he can feel the words bubbling up and coming out of his mouth. He’s moaning and squirming and Gene hands grip his hips tightly.
Gene immediately begins to slow down slightly, holding off. Sam is desperate and Gene loves driving him to that point. It makes his skin feel like its on fire, but it’s amazing.
“If you want more, I could be persuaded. Beg me for it.”
Sam squeezes around Gene’s cock, but Gene still won’t fill him up. He throws his head back and listens intently to Gene’s moans of “Fuck… oh, Jesus.” Gene forces himself to concentrate. He can smell the shampoo Sam uses mixed in with sex and sweat and a slight touch of nicotine.
“Please. Please.” His voice is so tense and high and he’s gasping for air.
“Oh dear, that was truly pathetic, Sammy. I would have thought a dirty little tart like you would know exactly how to beg for some nice, hard cock. Do you really, really want it?” He thrust in hard.
Sam mewled obscenely and Gene knew it wasn’t a deliberate sound. “Yes, yes. Please.”
“Then beg.”
Sam wriggles and squirms, that quick thrust sending his whole body crazy, shaking and shuddering and desperate for more movement. “Guv, oh, please, fuck me, I’ll do… promise. Please, anything.” Sam’s words are jumbled, he can’t quite form them. Only Gene could drive him to the edge of incoherency like this.
“Not good enough.” Gene is simply thrusting slowly in out of Sam’s arse, watching the way his cock moves as he holds Sam up near the top of his ribs. He’s not heavy and besides, Sam is holding himself up, clinging onto the bars like his life depends on it anyway.
“Mmmm... please, Gene, please. Please, oh God just please... fuck…” to hear that true need in Sam’s voice makes him feel…well it’s indescribable. It’s too good. To have that power and control over him, over smug know-it-all Tyler practically makes him purr with happiness. The wide eyed flush and soft shudder of pleasure that comes over his pretty little innocent face whenever Gene calls him a whore; often in an entirely inappropriate place, rolling the word round his tongue and staring right into Sam’s huge eyes and blushing face is like nothing he’s ever experienced.
Gene leans in and kisses Sam’s neck softly, massaging his sore arse and stroking it gently.
“See, that’s better. Good boy.”
Gene picks up his speed, and hits the spot Sam is so desperate for him to hit, again and again. Sam is so hard and horny and desperate for Gene and it’s amazing, when Gene builds up to this point. And finally gives him what he’s been craving. Sam moans and whimpers and is making the filthiest noises, unable to stop himself and Gene rather oddly grabs for his cock.
“What, you…” Sam pants.
“I want to come on your face. You get have your fun first this time round, Sammy.”
Sam arches and Gene fucks and jerks him off so fast it hurts and it’s the best fuck of his life, he comes so hard he can’t breathe and makes a completely mess of Gene’s hand, his own stomach and cock and the bed sheets. He falls completely onto the metal he’s holding onto, panting and gasping and coming back down and feels Gene pull out of him carefully.
“Alright, that’s enough dramatics. Knees.”
Sam scrambles onto the floor, kneeling next to the bed. Gene shifts down a little closer, cock being pumped furiously. Sam straightens himself up and looks up, closing his eyes quickly. He’s made that mistake before and won’t be doing it again.
“Open your eyes.” Sam makes a face.
“I’m not going to come in them you twat. I just want to see you properly.”
Reluctantly Sam obeys and Gene is close, hips thrusting and hand moving at an impressive speed, another hand bringing Sam closer, into a perfect position. He grabs the base of his cock. “Ready, Tyler?”
Sam licks his lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Gene’s eyes widen at the title and he groans and pumps violently. “Oh God, Sammy” finally he comes, missing his target of Sam’s forehead but splashing his right cheek, again at the side of his nose dripping over his mouth and Sam opens his mouth for the very final taste, rewarded with a growl and Gene’s last shot. He swallows, naturally, and licks off the cum that made its way to his lips.
Gene collapses onto the poor abused bed, panting heavily. He indicated for Sam to lie down next to him. Sam wiped his face and managed with considerable effort to heave his aching body upwards, and fell asleep far too quickly. Gene was pleased. His Inspector always looks tired and run-down. Nothing like good hard shag to send you to sleep, he grinned. He looked over at Sam, sweetly knocked out and placed a kiss on his forehead. He told himself he’d bring Sammy back to his quiet, now very empty house several times a week to keep an eye on him, make sure he was sleeping and having some proper food. The sex was just pleasure they both deserved and weren’t getting from anyone else. Yet no one else quite made him come like Sam did. He had suspected Sam was a kinky bastard; there was something in his eyes when Gene slammed him against a wall or almost throttled him. Always challenging him at the station and in the office but so beautifully submissive in his bed. Gene could deal with that. Oh yes, he could certainly work with that.