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elrhiarhodanTitle: Implacable
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 011 - Silk
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elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Bound and blindfolded, there are orders that must be obeyed.
This is also a gift to the incomparablehoosierbitch for her Five Acts Meme, #3: Submissives who revel in their submission.
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The blindfold was silk, the corset, leather. He waited, hard, wanting, eager. His excitement and the tight bindings made it difficult to breathe.
“Touch yourself, Neal.”
His heart sang at that voice – so stern, so beloved. Three words and compliance was ensured.
Neal gently brushed his fingers against his cock. He didn’t touch bare skin, though. Peter had wrapped his penis and balls in the softest silk – it was tissue thin but strong, gathered and tied like a present for someone.
“Harder, Neal.”
He could feel his precome wet the silk – it wasn’t just the command, it was the way Peter said his name; to ensure that Neal remained Neal, and did not become a shadow of some other persona.
He squeezed his dick through the silk covering, and rubbed his thumb across the head. He panted, unable to get enough air into his lungs. He pulled and stroked, always aware of Peter, watching and judging. He hoped he wasn’t found wanting.
Neal panted and pulled and grew dizzy.
“Do you want to come, Neal?”
His name, always his name. He nodded, breathless.
“Tell me what you want.”
Neal fought for air, but kept stroking himself, the wet silk now an irritant. “I want you to touch me.” He paused, seeking air. “I need your mouth on my cock.”
Peter laughed. “I bet you’d like that.”
Neal rubbed harder, faster, and begged. “Please.” In the darkness behind the mask, he didn’t know if he was fading out. “Please.” His hands slowed. “Please, Peter. I need … you.”
Peter didn’t answer and Neal’s universe was reduced to the hot wetness of his cock under his hand and the hot wetness of tears running down his face.
He struggled for one more breath, and as he came, it was stolen by a kiss.
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 011 - Silk
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Bound and blindfolded, there are orders that must be obeyed.
This is also a gift to the incomparable
hoosierbitch for her Five Acts Meme, #3: Submissives who revel in their submission.The blindfold was silk, the corset, leather. He waited, hard, wanting, eager. His excitement and the tight bindings made it difficult to breathe.
“Touch yourself, Neal.”
His heart sang at that voice – so stern, so beloved. Three words and compliance was ensured.
Neal gently brushed his fingers against his cock. He didn’t touch bare skin, though. Peter had wrapped his penis and balls in the softest silk – it was tissue thin but strong, gathered and tied like a present for someone.
“Harder, Neal.”
He could feel his precome wet the silk – it wasn’t just the command, it was the way Peter said his name; to ensure that Neal remained Neal, and did not become a shadow of some other persona.
He squeezed his dick through the silk covering, and rubbed his thumb across the head. He panted, unable to get enough air into his lungs. He pulled and stroked, always aware of Peter, watching and judging. He hoped he wasn’t found wanting.
Neal panted and pulled and grew dizzy.
“Do you want to come, Neal?”
His name, always his name. He nodded, breathless.
“Tell me what you want.”
Neal fought for air, but kept stroking himself, the wet silk now an irritant. “I want you to touch me.” He paused, seeking air. “I need your mouth on my cock.”
Peter laughed. “I bet you’d like that.”
Neal rubbed harder, faster, and begged. “Please.” In the darkness behind the mask, he didn’t know if he was fading out. “Please.” His hands slowed. “Please, Peter. I need … you.”
Peter didn’t answer and Neal’s universe was reduced to the hot wetness of his cock under his hand and the hot wetness of tears running down his face.
He struggled for one more breath, and as he came, it was stolen by a kiss.
