Full Circle--Chapter 10/10 (Adult Only)
Title: Full Circle 10/10
Author: lvs2read
Characters: All the crew at various times
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Mild D/s, light bondage & rimming
Rating: Adult Only
Timeline: Takes place within my AU world. One year after Beginnings, shortly after Exploration, and seven years before Family. Chapter 1 of this story can be found here, just be sure to read the warnings. All chapters are interlinked.
Summary: Mal lets go. Nothing here but smut. Move along if that's not of interest to you.
Translations: In mouseover and at end of text
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never did. Just having fun playing.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to woodsong_1978 who told me to go ahead and write this evil plot bunny when I told her about it, and then held my hand all the way through. Thanks, hon! It's a much better story now than it was when I started. Thanks, too, to kispexi2, who wants kink to have meaning. Hope this does now, hon.
Chapter 10/10 Letting Go
Mal watched as Simon leaned forward, his hands gently running down his arms before ghosting up his neck and across his face, tenderly caressing his cheeks, nose and lips, then sliding back down his torso towards his hips. He let his eyes drift shut, relaxing into the feeling of Simon's hands on his body.
Mal felt Simon move down the bed, and then Simon's mouth was against his knee and he heard Simon murmur, "Don't come until I tell you to, Mal. Can you do that for me?"
"Think so." Mal moaned as Simon's hands roamed down his legs.
Simon's hands stopped, and Mal opened his eyes to see Simon looking up at him from between his legs. "Don't think. Just feel. And remember what I said. 'Yes', 'No', 'More', 'Stop', my name, or the name of any deity you feel the need to call upon.' Now, let's try that again. Can you not come until I tell you to?"
"Yes, Simon." Mal answered, hoping he would be able to last. His cock had been twitching since Simon joined him on the bed, but seeing Simon between his legs, and being unable to touch him because of the restraints, had quickly made him hard. He closed his eyes again, trying to stop thinking and lose himself in the sensations Simon was causing.
"Good." He felt Simon's breath against his thigh, tickling the hairs there, and then Simon was nibbling his way up the inside of his thigh, spreading his legs farther apart. Simon's hands were under his knees, and Mal felt the gentle pressure as they were pushed back towards his chest.
He bucked when Simon's warm, wet tongue suddenly licked the entrance to his body. "Wā cào!"
The vibrations from Simon's chuckle caused a whole new set of sensations as Simon proceeded to tongue-fuck him until he was moaning and begging for more. Each thrust of Simon's tongue probing deeper, but not deep enough, into his body.
"Oh, God, Simon! More!" Mal's hands were grasping at air.
Simon stopped the exquisite torture and asked, with laughter in his voice, "More? Are you sure?"
"Tiān a, yes!" Mal jerked, startled, when he felt massage oil dribbled on him, and then moaned with pleasure as Simon slowly teased his cock and balls before finally slipping an oil-coated finger into him.
"Do you like this, Mal?" Simon's voice sounded low and husky, as he continued to leisurely finger-fuck Mal.
Mal felt himself being stretched and opened as Simon gradually increased the number of fingers in his ass, the occasional brush against his prostate causing him to writhe in ecstasy. "Wŏ de tiān a! Yes, Simon!"
He felt bereft when Simon pulled his fingers out, and whimpered in discomfort when Simon moved his legs back down on the bed. He opened his eyes to see Simon looking at him tenderly.
"Shh, love. I know." Mal felt ripples of desire run through him as Simon caressed his chest, and closed his eyes again when Simon leaned down to lave attention on his nipples. He arched up, straining to touch Simon. "I'm not done with you." Simon's hands skimmed up Mal's arms and his lips were on his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot near his shoulder, marking him as promised. Mal moaned as Simon sat back up. "Flip over onto your knees, head down, so I can fuck you properly."
Mal hesitated. He'd never allowed anyone to fuck him before and still wasn't sure about allowing it now. But wasn't that what this was about? Giving up control and letting someone else take over for a little while?
As he lay there debating, Simon asked, "Do you want to stop?"
Looking up at Simon, and seeing nothing but love and desire in his eyes, Mal let everything go. "No, Simon." He rolled over onto his stomach then pulled himself up onto his knees and rested his head between his arms. His cock ached with the need to come. He was so close to climaxing he didn't know how much longer he could wait, but he had to try, because Simon wanted him to.
Simon's hand was on his back, soothing him with long, slow strokes. "You're doing beautifully, love. Hold on for just a bit longer. I want to be in you when you come. I'm almost ready to fuck you. Just have to get myself slick. Can you hear that, Mal? Can you hear me getting myself ready for you?"
Mal was beyond speech. He moaned and nodded his head. Not only could he hear Simon, but he could imagine as well, and the images were causing him to ache even more.
Finally, Simon's hands were on his hips, and he could feel the head of Simon's cock at his entrance, slowly penetrating him. Relax and breathe, Reynolds. Nothing but good's gonna happen. Relax. Breathe. Don'tcomeDon'tcomeDon'tcome.
An eternity of aching need later and all he could feel was Simon filling him completely. It felt wonderful. He'd never known how good it would feel to let go of all his worries and concerns and just feel. It was no wonder Simon gave up control to him without question. On that thought, he heard Simon ask, "Are you ready, Mal?"
A deep breath and a nod of his head, and Simon's hands on his hips tightened as he began the rhythmic movements they both desperately needed.
Out and in. Out and in. Harder! Faster! Please! Need!
Skin slapped against skin as their hips pumped back and forth, gaining speed and power with each thrust. Their breathing came heavier and faster, both panting and moaning as they moved closer and closer to orgasm. Sweat dripped on Mal's back and down his face. Simon's hand closed around his cock, stroking him just the way he liked it, thumb sliding across the tip, pulling, squeezing, twisting.
So close! Please!
"Come for me, Mal." Simon bit down on his shoulder and he gave an inarticulate shout, coming harder than he ever remembered doing before. His ass pulsing around Simon's cock, his own cock growing limp in Simon's hand, he trembled from the force of his release. It was all he could do to stay upright as Simon continued to pump in and out of him.
Suddenly, Simon shouted and thrust deep into him, and he felt Simon's cock throb in climax.
Simon's weight on Mal's back as he collapsed was too much for Mal, and he fell to the bed, bringing Simon with him. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath, until Simon slowly withdrew.
Mal grumbled inarticulately at the loss of contact, and Simon's hand was immediately there, caressing him, soothing him.
"Are you okay, Mal?" The bed shifted as Simon settled next to Mal.
"Yes, Simon." Mal turned to face Simon, opening his eyes and smiling at him. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, love." Mal lay there quiescent as Simon leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss then reached up to unhook the restraints, checking his wrists as he did so. He was barely aware when Simon pulled him into his embrace, but felt the kiss Simon dropped on the top of his head.
"D'I get to fuck you?" Mal asked sleepily.
"You were really good, so yes, you do." Mal felt Simon's chuckle rumble through his chest.
"Good. Nap first, though." Mal yawned and snuggled in closer to Simon.
"Sounds like a plan."
Wā cào=Holy fuck
Tiān a=Oh, God
Wŏ de tiān a=Oh, my God
Epilogue
Author: lvs2read
Characters: All the crew at various times
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Mild D/s, light bondage & rimming
Rating: Adult Only
Timeline: Takes place within my AU world. One year after Beginnings, shortly after Exploration, and seven years before Family. Chapter 1 of this story can be found here, just be sure to read the warnings. All chapters are interlinked.
Summary: Mal lets go. Nothing here but smut. Move along if that's not of interest to you.
Translations: In mouseover and at end of text
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never did. Just having fun playing.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to woodsong_1978 who told me to go ahead and write this evil plot bunny when I told her about it, and then held my hand all the way through. Thanks, hon! It's a much better story now than it was when I started. Thanks, too, to kispexi2, who wants kink to have meaning. Hope this does now, hon.
Chapter 10/10 Letting Go
Mal watched as Simon leaned forward, his hands gently running down his arms before ghosting up his neck and across his face, tenderly caressing his cheeks, nose and lips, then sliding back down his torso towards his hips. He let his eyes drift shut, relaxing into the feeling of Simon's hands on his body.
Mal felt Simon move down the bed, and then Simon's mouth was against his knee and he heard Simon murmur, "Don't come until I tell you to, Mal. Can you do that for me?"
"Think so." Mal moaned as Simon's hands roamed down his legs.
Simon's hands stopped, and Mal opened his eyes to see Simon looking up at him from between his legs. "Don't think. Just feel. And remember what I said. 'Yes', 'No', 'More', 'Stop', my name, or the name of any deity you feel the need to call upon.' Now, let's try that again. Can you not come until I tell you to?"
"Yes, Simon." Mal answered, hoping he would be able to last. His cock had been twitching since Simon joined him on the bed, but seeing Simon between his legs, and being unable to touch him because of the restraints, had quickly made him hard. He closed his eyes again, trying to stop thinking and lose himself in the sensations Simon was causing.
"Good." He felt Simon's breath against his thigh, tickling the hairs there, and then Simon was nibbling his way up the inside of his thigh, spreading his legs farther apart. Simon's hands were under his knees, and Mal felt the gentle pressure as they were pushed back towards his chest.
He bucked when Simon's warm, wet tongue suddenly licked the entrance to his body. "Wā cào!"
The vibrations from Simon's chuckle caused a whole new set of sensations as Simon proceeded to tongue-fuck him until he was moaning and begging for more. Each thrust of Simon's tongue probing deeper, but not deep enough, into his body.
"Oh, God, Simon! More!" Mal's hands were grasping at air.
Simon stopped the exquisite torture and asked, with laughter in his voice, "More? Are you sure?"
"Tiān a, yes!" Mal jerked, startled, when he felt massage oil dribbled on him, and then moaned with pleasure as Simon slowly teased his cock and balls before finally slipping an oil-coated finger into him.
"Do you like this, Mal?" Simon's voice sounded low and husky, as he continued to leisurely finger-fuck Mal.
Mal felt himself being stretched and opened as Simon gradually increased the number of fingers in his ass, the occasional brush against his prostate causing him to writhe in ecstasy. "Wŏ de tiān a! Yes, Simon!"
He felt bereft when Simon pulled his fingers out, and whimpered in discomfort when Simon moved his legs back down on the bed. He opened his eyes to see Simon looking at him tenderly.
"Shh, love. I know." Mal felt ripples of desire run through him as Simon caressed his chest, and closed his eyes again when Simon leaned down to lave attention on his nipples. He arched up, straining to touch Simon. "I'm not done with you." Simon's hands skimmed up Mal's arms and his lips were on his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot near his shoulder, marking him as promised. Mal moaned as Simon sat back up. "Flip over onto your knees, head down, so I can fuck you properly."
Mal hesitated. He'd never allowed anyone to fuck him before and still wasn't sure about allowing it now. But wasn't that what this was about? Giving up control and letting someone else take over for a little while?
As he lay there debating, Simon asked, "Do you want to stop?"
Looking up at Simon, and seeing nothing but love and desire in his eyes, Mal let everything go. "No, Simon." He rolled over onto his stomach then pulled himself up onto his knees and rested his head between his arms. His cock ached with the need to come. He was so close to climaxing he didn't know how much longer he could wait, but he had to try, because Simon wanted him to.
Simon's hand was on his back, soothing him with long, slow strokes. "You're doing beautifully, love. Hold on for just a bit longer. I want to be in you when you come. I'm almost ready to fuck you. Just have to get myself slick. Can you hear that, Mal? Can you hear me getting myself ready for you?"
Mal was beyond speech. He moaned and nodded his head. Not only could he hear Simon, but he could imagine as well, and the images were causing him to ache even more.
Finally, Simon's hands were on his hips, and he could feel the head of Simon's cock at his entrance, slowly penetrating him. Relax and breathe, Reynolds. Nothing but good's gonna happen. Relax. Breathe. Don'tcomeDon'tcomeDon'tcome.
An eternity of aching need later and all he could feel was Simon filling him completely. It felt wonderful. He'd never known how good it would feel to let go of all his worries and concerns and just feel. It was no wonder Simon gave up control to him without question. On that thought, he heard Simon ask, "Are you ready, Mal?"
A deep breath and a nod of his head, and Simon's hands on his hips tightened as he began the rhythmic movements they both desperately needed.
Out and in. Out and in. Harder! Faster! Please! Need!
Skin slapped against skin as their hips pumped back and forth, gaining speed and power with each thrust. Their breathing came heavier and faster, both panting and moaning as they moved closer and closer to orgasm. Sweat dripped on Mal's back and down his face. Simon's hand closed around his cock, stroking him just the way he liked it, thumb sliding across the tip, pulling, squeezing, twisting.
So close! Please!
"Come for me, Mal." Simon bit down on his shoulder and he gave an inarticulate shout, coming harder than he ever remembered doing before. His ass pulsing around Simon's cock, his own cock growing limp in Simon's hand, he trembled from the force of his release. It was all he could do to stay upright as Simon continued to pump in and out of him.
Suddenly, Simon shouted and thrust deep into him, and he felt Simon's cock throb in climax.
Simon's weight on Mal's back as he collapsed was too much for Mal, and he fell to the bed, bringing Simon with him. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath, until Simon slowly withdrew.
Mal grumbled inarticulately at the loss of contact, and Simon's hand was immediately there, caressing him, soothing him.
"Are you okay, Mal?" The bed shifted as Simon settled next to Mal.
"Yes, Simon." Mal turned to face Simon, opening his eyes and smiling at him. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, love." Mal lay there quiescent as Simon leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss then reached up to unhook the restraints, checking his wrists as he did so. He was barely aware when Simon pulled him into his embrace, but felt the kiss Simon dropped on the top of his head.
"D'I get to fuck you?" Mal asked sleepily.
"You were really good, so yes, you do." Mal felt Simon's chuckle rumble through his chest.
"Good. Nap first, though." Mal yawned and snuggled in closer to Simon.
"Sounds like a plan."
Wā cào=Holy fuck
Tiān a=Oh, God
Wŏ de tiān a=Oh, my God
Epilogue