. . . and then Rodney says, low, thoughtful - "I wonder if I could make you come like this?" and John squirms and says "Rodneeeey," again, but it's barely more than a whisper, and when Rodney licks beneath the waistband of John's jeans again, just below the small of his back, John almost whimpers. So Rodney keeps going, thumbs sliding beneath John's jeans, just a little, rubbing tiny circles on his skin while he laps at the base of his spine. Then he smiles a little, and grazes the curve of John's spine with his teeth, and John jumps, groans softly into the pillow, and Rodney whispers "oh I like this new thing a lot . . . "
Rodney shifts, nudges John's legs apart and settles between them, and while he keeps lapping at the small of his back - nipping every so often now, leaving soft, red marks on John's skin - he slides a hand up and strokes him through his jeans, and John shivers hard and swears, because it's not touch where he wants it, it's against his balls and sliding behind, and he whines in the back of his throat, trying to shift, trying to give Rodney room, but Rodney refuses - just kisses him, noses his damp, well-loved skin. So John starts moving himself, thrusting against the sheets, and his jeans are unsnapped but this is still so frustrating, layers deadening sensation just enough to make it impossible for him to snap into orgasm, and Rodney's just kissing, lapping, licking, biting, and it's so much sensation, his fingers dragging along the seam of John's jeans, and John's making inarticulate little noises now as he rubs himself against the sheets. And he's panting, breathlessly saying "Rodney, please, please, please let me turn over," and Rodney says "no, stay like this," low, which turns John on *more* and his hips work faster, and Rodney reaches with one hand to drag his blunt fingernails down the side of John's spine and that's *it* - John crests, shaking, staining the inside of his jeans and making frantic little sounds as he comes and comes, Rodney still kissing his back.
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Oh IM, locus of smut the world over
Date: 2007-01-16 08:10 pm (UTC)Rodney shifts, nudges John's legs apart and settles between them, and while he keeps lapping at the small of his back - nipping every so often now, leaving soft, red marks on John's skin - he slides a hand up and strokes him through his jeans, and John shivers hard and swears, because it's not touch where he wants it, it's against his balls and sliding behind, and he whines in the back of his throat, trying to shift, trying to give Rodney room, but Rodney refuses - just kisses him, noses his damp, well-loved skin. So John starts moving himself, thrusting against the sheets, and his jeans are unsnapped but this is still so frustrating, layers deadening sensation just enough to make it impossible for him to snap into orgasm, and Rodney's just kissing, lapping, licking, biting, and it's so much sensation, his fingers dragging along the seam of John's jeans, and John's making inarticulate little noises now as he rubs himself against the sheets. And he's panting, breathlessly saying "Rodney, please, please, please let me turn over," and Rodney says "no, stay like this," low, which turns John on *more* and his hips work faster, and Rodney reaches with one hand to drag his blunt fingernails down the side of John's spine and that's *it* - John crests, shaking, staining the inside of his jeans and making frantic little sounds as he comes and comes, Rodney still kissing his back.
Re: Oh IM, locus of smut the world over
Date: 2007-01-17 01:10 am (UTC)Sorry Trin ;)