Small plotless smut ficlet, The Case of Charles Dexter Ward, Joseph Curwen/Simon Orne
Title: Untitled
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Case of Charles Dexter Ward”
Pairing: Joseph Curwen/Simon Orne
Genre: Slash
Word Count: 191
Warnings: Explicit and rough sex, hints of BDSM and breathplay
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, no profit, suing is futile!
A/N: This is not so much a fic as a prompt answer for a muse-prompt community. I may expand it and make it part of one of the longer fics I’m working on.
I love it when he growls, deep and guttural, his eyes flashing as he looks my naked body over, as if he were seeking to devour me with his gaze alone. For when he gives himself over to the lust that rises within him, when he allows himself to be the dominant lover that he is, I know that I have him completely in my power.
His rough hands may caress or strike me according to his will, and I always submit with cries or moans of pleasure. I love each and every dark, ecstatic act we indulge in - the burning kiss of the lash on my back, buttocks and thighs, his fingers leaving bruises on my slender neck, his harsh thrusts inside me as he claims me for his own.
“Whose are ye, Jos?” he always snarls as he fills me, his huge shaft stretching me wide open, the pounding movements of his loins driving me dangerously close to the edge of exquisite rapture.
“Yours - oh, Simon!” I gasp, nearing sweet madness from the love and desire he rouses in me, deliriously happy with the knowledge that he is mine.
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Case of Charles Dexter Ward”
Pairing: Joseph Curwen/Simon Orne
Genre: Slash
Word Count: 191
Warnings: Explicit and rough sex, hints of BDSM and breathplay
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, no profit, suing is futile!
A/N: This is not so much a fic as a prompt answer for a muse-prompt community. I may expand it and make it part of one of the longer fics I’m working on.
I love it when he growls, deep and guttural, his eyes flashing as he looks my naked body over, as if he were seeking to devour me with his gaze alone. For when he gives himself over to the lust that rises within him, when he allows himself to be the dominant lover that he is, I know that I have him completely in my power.
His rough hands may caress or strike me according to his will, and I always submit with cries or moans of pleasure. I love each and every dark, ecstatic act we indulge in - the burning kiss of the lash on my back, buttocks and thighs, his fingers leaving bruises on my slender neck, his harsh thrusts inside me as he claims me for his own.
“Whose are ye, Jos?” he always snarls as he fills me, his huge shaft stretching me wide open, the pounding movements of his loins driving me dangerously close to the edge of exquisite rapture.
“Yours - oh, Simon!” I gasp, nearing sweet madness from the love and desire he rouses in me, deliriously happy with the knowledge that he is mine.