Tin Man drabble: Connect (magic4mula)
Title: Connect
Author: Surreal
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Where's the fun if I tell you?
Disclaimer: blah blah, not mine, blah blah.
Summary: Completely pointless fluff. For magic4mula - Formula 36: "hot…ice…glass…cream."
Supple, yielding skin graced the rough palms of his hands as he pushed them up, following the curve of flesh the color of cream. Broken sighs accented his touch and he smiled at the ease with which he pulled them from his partner.
The glass doors leading to the balcony rattled with the force of the rain and wind, the storm raging deep into the night and keeping the castle's occupants tucked safely in their rooms. Their room was cold as ice, the power outage cutting off the electric heating that normally kept them comfortable and warm. Instead, they found their own ways to produce heat.
His partner shifted, drawing up and settling back down again with agonizing slowness, taking him in with a low hum. The blanket draped around elegant shoulders fell a few inches and there was a pause while it was tugged back into place. Another change in position, this time leaning down to kiss him deeply, hot breath flowing into him making his hands tighten on slender hips, making him push up into the familiar body.
It was slow, tender and lasted forever, until the rain slowed and the wind settled, until one hand moved on its own accord and with a single firm stroke, he wrenched the shuddering peak of pleasure from the man straddling him. The pressure and heat that enveloped him became an unbearable vise grip and a deep moan of his own joined that of his partner, until they both lay sated and slick amid the bed coverings.
Until Jeb lifted his blond curls from Raw's shoulder and captured his mouth, unwilling to let the connection end.
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Author: Surreal
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Where's the fun if I tell you?
Disclaimer: blah blah, not mine, blah blah.
Summary: Completely pointless fluff. For magic4mula - Formula 36: "hot…ice…glass…cream."
Supple, yielding skin graced the rough palms of his hands as he pushed them up, following the curve of flesh the color of cream. Broken sighs accented his touch and he smiled at the ease with which he pulled them from his partner.
The glass doors leading to the balcony rattled with the force of the rain and wind, the storm raging deep into the night and keeping the castle's occupants tucked safely in their rooms. Their room was cold as ice, the power outage cutting off the electric heating that normally kept them comfortable and warm. Instead, they found their own ways to produce heat.
His partner shifted, drawing up and settling back down again with agonizing slowness, taking him in with a low hum. The blanket draped around elegant shoulders fell a few inches and there was a pause while it was tugged back into place. Another change in position, this time leaning down to kiss him deeply, hot breath flowing into him making his hands tighten on slender hips, making him push up into the familiar body.
It was slow, tender and lasted forever, until the rain slowed and the wind settled, until one hand moved on its own accord and with a single firm stroke, he wrenched the shuddering peak of pleasure from the man straddling him. The pressure and heat that enveloped him became an unbearable vise grip and a deep moan of his own joined that of his partner, until they both lay sated and slick amid the bed coverings.
Until Jeb lifted his blond curls from Raw's shoulder and captured his mouth, unwilling to let the connection end.
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