FIC: Cherry Lips, Drabble
Title: Cherry Lips
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Elliot/?
Rating: R
Word Count: 343
Summary: Elliot has a vivid dream.
Cherry Lips
Elliot lazily closed his eyes. Imagined lips - full, silky, painted cherry red and parted oh so slightly. The kisses shared between them, light and airy, wet and wanting, sloppy and hard. Felt those lips on his flesh, the silk of baby smooth skin, the wet rasp of a tongue, the hardness of teeth and the trail of wet sticky lipstick left in their wake. Lips that traveled across his neck, nipping and suckling. Traced the line of his collar bone, tongue painting the valley between his chest with saliva. His stomach trembled and churned under the not so delicate touch pressing down on him, and trailing lower.
And when he felt those lips on him, around him, sucking so tight he thought they’d yank out his soul, Elliot gasped. Hands balled into fists. Back arched, lurched his hips forward. Hips he achingly kept in check, kept from thrusting hurriedly into those perfect, wet, cherry red lips. Kept from coming too soon because he wanted this moment to last forever. Knew if he opened his eyes, he’d see nothing but an empty hotel room, an even emptier bed.
But, moments like these never last forever. He could no longer contain the twisting, churning tension in his stomach, the tightness in his muscles. He released himself, between the cherry red lips engulfing him, draining him of every tremble, shudder, every drop of seed he had to give.
He sank bonelessly onto the mattress as those cherry lips kissed their way up his frame. Lingered on his chest, on the sensitive spots they knew all too well, making him twitch and groan.
He felt those lips hovering over his own. It had been instinct, the desire to gaze into eyes he loved so dearly. And when he opened his eyes, saw the nothingness above him, the dream billowing into nothingness, he closed his eyes again, folded an arm over her face.
It may have been nothing more than a dream. But, in a dreamland of cherry lips, at least there - Elliot wasn’t alone.
END
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Elliot/?
Rating: R
Word Count: 343
Summary: Elliot has a vivid dream.
Cherry Lips
Elliot lazily closed his eyes. Imagined lips - full, silky, painted cherry red and parted oh so slightly. The kisses shared between them, light and airy, wet and wanting, sloppy and hard. Felt those lips on his flesh, the silk of baby smooth skin, the wet rasp of a tongue, the hardness of teeth and the trail of wet sticky lipstick left in their wake. Lips that traveled across his neck, nipping and suckling. Traced the line of his collar bone, tongue painting the valley between his chest with saliva. His stomach trembled and churned under the not so delicate touch pressing down on him, and trailing lower.
And when he felt those lips on him, around him, sucking so tight he thought they’d yank out his soul, Elliot gasped. Hands balled into fists. Back arched, lurched his hips forward. Hips he achingly kept in check, kept from thrusting hurriedly into those perfect, wet, cherry red lips. Kept from coming too soon because he wanted this moment to last forever. Knew if he opened his eyes, he’d see nothing but an empty hotel room, an even emptier bed.
But, moments like these never last forever. He could no longer contain the twisting, churning tension in his stomach, the tightness in his muscles. He released himself, between the cherry red lips engulfing him, draining him of every tremble, shudder, every drop of seed he had to give.
He sank bonelessly onto the mattress as those cherry lips kissed their way up his frame. Lingered on his chest, on the sensitive spots they knew all too well, making him twitch and groan.
He felt those lips hovering over his own. It had been instinct, the desire to gaze into eyes he loved so dearly. And when he opened his eyes, saw the nothingness above him, the dream billowing into nothingness, he closed his eyes again, folded an arm over her face.
It may have been nothing more than a dream. But, in a dreamland of cherry lips, at least there - Elliot wasn’t alone.
END