RPS - Justin Timberlake/Lance Bass
Title: It's In His Touch 1/1
Fandom: RPS - NSYNC
Characters: Lance Bass/Justin Timberlake
Prompt:
slash_100 028. Touch MY BDT
Word Count: 642
Rating: All my fiction is rated NC-17 for adult situations at the very least, sexual situations at the very most, although this one contains mild situations. This is a ficlet.
Author's Notes: Slash. Sexual situations. Adult themes. For slash_100 and slash_me_twice. x-posted. Love to likeasunburn for encouragement and reading it all before it goes out.
His Fingertips:
You love the way Justin's fingertips trace your body when you kiss. He's careful and attentive, making sure to stroke areas of your body normally ignored. The feel of his fingers heighten your senses, colors explode behind your eyelids when you close them. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and the soft spot under your earlobe. His pinky sweeps under your jaw, against the light stubble you've grown. The pad of his ring finger runs down the curve of your neck and over your collarbone, dipping lower to caress one nipple hard. When he lays you down on the bed, his forefinger slips over your hot skin, leaving an invisible trail of heat in it's wake and when he touches the crease of your thigh, you writhe and groan under his touch. Strong hands roll you over and the flat of his palm presses against the nape of your neck, stroking down the curve of your spine and over your ass. You know you could come just from the way he cherishes your flesh.
His Tongue:
You love the way Justin's tongue dances inside your mouth, the way it parts your lips and invades your world. It's more than a kiss when his tongue caresses yours - it's a complete inclusion of love. His tongue is hot and damp and it touches sensitive spots of your skin igniting your soul and stimulating your nerve endings. It slides over your hip and across your stomach, tracking a path under your bellybutton, downward to take a taste of you. He knows when to flick his tongue lightly, and when to flatten it with a lengthy, feverish lick. He knows when to push with it, and tickle - how to bring you to the edge of the earth then ease you over into a wild oblivion where pleasure surges and soars forever.
His Body:
You love the way Justin moves, the shimmy of his hips and the swagger of his walk. You could watch him dance for hours, hell, you could watch him do anything for hours. He's confidant and strong, secure in the feel of his own skin. When you work out with him, it's a struggle to maintain your own sense of performance with his body sweating and flexing so close. You hold your own, knowing that later it'll be your turn to sweat and flex as you pump inside of him and touch his ear with your lips to tell him you love him.
His Lips:
You love the way Justin's lips pout when he's thinking, and the way he licks them habitually. You love the way they curl when he grins, and how they open into an o-shape when his orgasm is seconds from exploding. They're wet and warm, and a sinful shade of red. His lips can be tender or aggressive depending on the way your bodies merge. When he sings, they fit his emotion and when he whispers how much he loves you, they outline everything you need to know. A suck, a kiss, a press against your throat - it's always sends your stomach into a low, sultry dip - just like the first time.
His Heart:
You love the way Justin's heart touches your heart, from the very first declaration of love to the most recent one. It beats in time against yours when you embrace and tangle in each other's arms at night. You love the way his heart touches others from afar with charity work and how through song he touches a moment.
In all things you are strong - power radiates from your mind, and body. In all things you can be guarded and smart. In Justin's touch you are willingly defenseless, and surrender to the gift within.
Fandom: RPS - NSYNC
Characters: Lance Bass/Justin Timberlake
Prompt:
slash_100 028. Touch MY BDT
Word Count: 642
Rating: All my fiction is rated NC-17 for adult situations at the very least, sexual situations at the very most, although this one contains mild situations. This is a ficlet.
Author's Notes: Slash. Sexual situations. Adult themes. For slash_100 and slash_me_twice. x-posted. Love to likeasunburn for encouragement and reading it all before it goes out.
His Fingertips:
You love the way Justin's fingertips trace your body when you kiss. He's careful and attentive, making sure to stroke areas of your body normally ignored. The feel of his fingers heighten your senses, colors explode behind your eyelids when you close them. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and the soft spot under your earlobe. His pinky sweeps under your jaw, against the light stubble you've grown. The pad of his ring finger runs down the curve of your neck and over your collarbone, dipping lower to caress one nipple hard. When he lays you down on the bed, his forefinger slips over your hot skin, leaving an invisible trail of heat in it's wake and when he touches the crease of your thigh, you writhe and groan under his touch. Strong hands roll you over and the flat of his palm presses against the nape of your neck, stroking down the curve of your spine and over your ass. You know you could come just from the way he cherishes your flesh.
His Tongue:
You love the way Justin's tongue dances inside your mouth, the way it parts your lips and invades your world. It's more than a kiss when his tongue caresses yours - it's a complete inclusion of love. His tongue is hot and damp and it touches sensitive spots of your skin igniting your soul and stimulating your nerve endings. It slides over your hip and across your stomach, tracking a path under your bellybutton, downward to take a taste of you. He knows when to flick his tongue lightly, and when to flatten it with a lengthy, feverish lick. He knows when to push with it, and tickle - how to bring you to the edge of the earth then ease you over into a wild oblivion where pleasure surges and soars forever.
His Body:
You love the way Justin moves, the shimmy of his hips and the swagger of his walk. You could watch him dance for hours, hell, you could watch him do anything for hours. He's confidant and strong, secure in the feel of his own skin. When you work out with him, it's a struggle to maintain your own sense of performance with his body sweating and flexing so close. You hold your own, knowing that later it'll be your turn to sweat and flex as you pump inside of him and touch his ear with your lips to tell him you love him.
His Lips:
You love the way Justin's lips pout when he's thinking, and the way he licks them habitually. You love the way they curl when he grins, and how they open into an o-shape when his orgasm is seconds from exploding. They're wet and warm, and a sinful shade of red. His lips can be tender or aggressive depending on the way your bodies merge. When he sings, they fit his emotion and when he whispers how much he loves you, they outline everything you need to know. A suck, a kiss, a press against your throat - it's always sends your stomach into a low, sultry dip - just like the first time.
His Heart:
You love the way Justin's heart touches your heart, from the very first declaration of love to the most recent one. It beats in time against yours when you embrace and tangle in each other's arms at night. You love the way his heart touches others from afar with charity work and how through song he touches a moment.
In all things you are strong - power radiates from your mind, and body. In all things you can be guarded and smart. In Justin's touch you are willingly defenseless, and surrender to the gift within.