Suiting
Title: Suiting
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Lincoln/Sucre
Rating: R
Words: 673
Summary: Lincoln Burrows wears a particularly tight suit for a Scylla mission.
Warnings: Suit kink. Masturbation. Explicit. Written for Day 05 of the mmom challenge and for 1drabble.
"Fuck" Sucre swears, locking himself up in the warehouse's bathroom.
Normally, he could keep his cool in public. It was easy, pretending nothing was going on during the nights, their only time together. Sometimes, he thought Michael suspected, but with him it was impossible to tell; every look or accidental touch could be seen as meaningful in his eyes, and that wasn't an idea neither of them was comfortable with.
But then this mission came along. It was necessary for some of them (namely Michael, Lincoln and Alex) to go undercover at a fancy event, and by fancy he expected them to get dressed up nicely, not much more; and then Lincoln Burrows just comes in, looking sexy as hell in a pitch-black, sharp suit that was way too tight, the shirt was almost too small to contain all that muscle, and the black pants marked his fine ass. If he looked up perfection in the dictionary, he was pretty sure he'd find a picture of Linc in this suit right next to the definition. It was indescribable, the things it provoked on him.
He couldn't help himself as his right hand went down his jeans, sliding beneath the underwear to get in touch with his already fully erect cock; it was inevitable, the sole image made him want to finish off right there. He heard the door being opened and prayed that by some miracle it wasn't any of the guys -or even worse, it could be Sara- but instead it was Lincoln who was staring back at him.
The man's eyes went straight to his hand, and where it was located, noticing what the jean marked. He grinned as he locked the door behind him, taking a few steps closer to his lover.
"Couldn't control yourself out there, Sucre?" he grins, taking his hand down next to Fernando's.
Sucre can't help a small gasp as he feels Lincoln touching him down there. He allows him to be, proceeding to remove his shirt. He knows it's not the best time or place, but his lust at the moment was just too much to handle, and he allowed Lincoln to take off his jeans and underwear, leaving him completely naked.
Lincoln kissed his lips, feeling him with his scent, his tongue struggling for dominance on his mouth. Sucre gives in and allows entrance, receiving Linc's tongue on his mouth and slowly massaging it with his own. Lincoln parts their lips and proceeds to turn him around, his left hand sliding down and caressing his ass, while his right one still holds his cock, starting to gently stroke it up and down.
"Fuck, you look good in a suit papi" Sucre mumbles, feeling their bodies growing closer. Lincoln pushes himself closer and he can feel his firm member through the fabric of his suit, large and thick and oh so tempting.
His kisses drop on Sucre's neck as he pushes him towards the sink, trapping Sucre between his body and the sink. Sucre grabs onto Lincoln's tie from behind, holding him closer as the heat of the kisses intensify, as do the strokes. What started as gentle was now furious, rapid movements upwards and downwards; Sucre holds back his moans as much as he can while Lincoln masturbates him at an increasing pace, Linc's own cock firmly pressed onto his ass through the amazingly hot suit he's wearing. And that suit... it was incredible to see how much it could turn him on, just like that.
Sucre comes with a groan, unable to help himself, as he shoots onto the hand of his lover, the sink, and a little on his own chest, below his belly button. Panting, he holds onto the sink trying to regain his breath as Lincoln lets him go. He rests his back against the sink, panting next to him, then gets closer to him and whispers into his ear.
"This was just round one... wait up for me tonight..."
Sucre smirks. "Only if you put on this suit, papi."
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Lincoln/Sucre
Rating: R
Words: 673
Summary: Lincoln Burrows wears a particularly tight suit for a Scylla mission.
Warnings: Suit kink. Masturbation. Explicit. Written for Day 05 of the mmom challenge and for 1drabble.
"Fuck" Sucre swears, locking himself up in the warehouse's bathroom.
Normally, he could keep his cool in public. It was easy, pretending nothing was going on during the nights, their only time together. Sometimes, he thought Michael suspected, but with him it was impossible to tell; every look or accidental touch could be seen as meaningful in his eyes, and that wasn't an idea neither of them was comfortable with.
But then this mission came along. It was necessary for some of them (namely Michael, Lincoln and Alex) to go undercover at a fancy event, and by fancy he expected them to get dressed up nicely, not much more; and then Lincoln Burrows just comes in, looking sexy as hell in a pitch-black, sharp suit that was way too tight, the shirt was almost too small to contain all that muscle, and the black pants marked his fine ass. If he looked up perfection in the dictionary, he was pretty sure he'd find a picture of Linc in this suit right next to the definition. It was indescribable, the things it provoked on him.
He couldn't help himself as his right hand went down his jeans, sliding beneath the underwear to get in touch with his already fully erect cock; it was inevitable, the sole image made him want to finish off right there. He heard the door being opened and prayed that by some miracle it wasn't any of the guys -or even worse, it could be Sara- but instead it was Lincoln who was staring back at him.
The man's eyes went straight to his hand, and where it was located, noticing what the jean marked. He grinned as he locked the door behind him, taking a few steps closer to his lover.
"Couldn't control yourself out there, Sucre?" he grins, taking his hand down next to Fernando's.
Sucre can't help a small gasp as he feels Lincoln touching him down there. He allows him to be, proceeding to remove his shirt. He knows it's not the best time or place, but his lust at the moment was just too much to handle, and he allowed Lincoln to take off his jeans and underwear, leaving him completely naked.
Lincoln kissed his lips, feeling him with his scent, his tongue struggling for dominance on his mouth. Sucre gives in and allows entrance, receiving Linc's tongue on his mouth and slowly massaging it with his own. Lincoln parts their lips and proceeds to turn him around, his left hand sliding down and caressing his ass, while his right one still holds his cock, starting to gently stroke it up and down.
"Fuck, you look good in a suit papi" Sucre mumbles, feeling their bodies growing closer. Lincoln pushes himself closer and he can feel his firm member through the fabric of his suit, large and thick and oh so tempting.
His kisses drop on Sucre's neck as he pushes him towards the sink, trapping Sucre between his body and the sink. Sucre grabs onto Lincoln's tie from behind, holding him closer as the heat of the kisses intensify, as do the strokes. What started as gentle was now furious, rapid movements upwards and downwards; Sucre holds back his moans as much as he can while Lincoln masturbates him at an increasing pace, Linc's own cock firmly pressed onto his ass through the amazingly hot suit he's wearing. And that suit... it was incredible to see how much it could turn him on, just like that.
Sucre comes with a groan, unable to help himself, as he shoots onto the hand of his lover, the sink, and a little on his own chest, below his belly button. Panting, he holds onto the sink trying to regain his breath as Lincoln lets him go. He rests his back against the sink, panting next to him, then gets closer to him and whispers into his ear.
"This was just round one... wait up for me tonight..."
Sucre smirks. "Only if you put on this suit, papi."