White Collar Fic - Playtime
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elrhiarhodanTitle: Playtime
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elrhiarhodanRating: NC-17 / Slash
Warnings: Hard play, crops, bondage, plugs, D/s
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/PairingsNeal/Peter
Word Count: ~2300
Summary: Be Careful What You Ask For
For
hoosierbitch, because she asked for it. Peter looked at Neal. He was blindfolded, naked, back arched like a bow, his hands cuffed and stretched over his head, his cock and balls hard, red and swollen around the heavy rubber ring. He thought that the sight of Neal, captive and aching was the most perfect thing in the world.
"Peter... please." Peter ran the tip of his riding crop down Neal's hairline, across his mouth, along his throat. Neal leaned into the caress of the leather and Peter rewarded him with two sharp strokes, first against his right nipple and the second against his left. The already erect tissue grew even more swollen. "Do you like that?"
Neal responded with a hissing "Yessss"
“Would you like another?”
“Yessss, pleassssse”
Peter used the tip of crop to tap light, sharp strokes against the hollows of Neal’s thighs and taut belly, deliberately avoiding his ringed cock and balls. Neal writhed and moaned, pulling at the cuffs, trying to lean in to make the sensations harder. As Peter walked around, Neal’s head turned and tried to follow his movements. “Spread your legs.” Neal instantly complied, but he kept his ass tightly clenched against the butt plug buried deep in his hole. Peter continued to alternately smack and caress Neal with the crop, gentle strokes between his thighs, harsher ones at the base of his ass. Neal liked the hard lashes which would be even more painful when made against tightly held muscles, and Peter was in the mood to reward him, laying in a symmetrical pattern of bright red lines across each perfect buttock.
He watched as Neal writhed in pleasure and agony, his cock leaking pre-cum despite the tight rubber binding. Still holding onto the crop, he pulled Neal close and ground his own massive erection against the other man’s whipped ass, pressed up against the hard plastic plug. “You’re such a slut, Caffrey. Is there nothing I can’t do to you?
“Use your hand, Peter” Neal moaned. Peter ran his leather clad hand down Neal’s body, pulling and twisting his nipples and Neal ground back against him. “No, I think you are enjoying that too much.”
Peter pulled back from Neal and looked down at his handiwork. The stripes on Neal's ass and across his chest were turning a lovely shade of scarlet against the warm ivory of his unmarked skin. Peter leaned in and blew a whisper of air against Neal's neck, then bit down hard, marking him in another way. Neal's moans of ecstasy filled the room as Peter threaded his fingers through Neal's sweat-soaked hair, pulling his head back. "Shhhhh. Hush. You need to be quiet - or I'm going to leave you here for El to find. She'll use the quirt, not the crop. You won't sit for a week." Neal rolled his hips, trying to fuck the air.
Peter let go and walked around his boy again, and noted with satisfaction the tears streaking out from under the blindfold. Peter stood in front of Neal, letting him recover a bit, before turning the crop in his hand. Holding it now by the shaft, Peter used the leather-wrapped handle to torment Neal. Admiring his yet unmarked belly, Peter ran the handled around Neal's navel. He used it to fuck the small, shallow indentation, and Neal undulated against it.
The leather handle, hard and unyielding, prodded against Neal's skin, and Peter pushed it in and out. "Your belly button's like a little asshole - and you're so hungry, you'll take anything." Neal kept quiet - but kept rolling against the crop handle. "Good boy - you're learning." Peter finally abandoned Neal's navel and dragged the crop through his pubic hair, then around the rubber cock ring, before scraping it up the underside of Neal's penis, tracing the veins the bulged so obscenely. Peter finally pressed it against the head of Neal's cock, which was now dripping pre-cum like a river, and Neal jerked but didn't make a sound. Peter stroked the handle up and down, using the pre-cum like lube, letting Neal work his hips as a reward.
When he stopped, Neal made just a tiny whimper. "I'm a little disappointed, Neal - I guess you do want to hang here and wait for Elizabeth. She'll be home in a few hours." Neal bit his lip, hard and shook his head 'no'. "Ahh, maybe we need something to help you keep quiet." At that, Peter pushed the shaft of the crop between Neal's lips. "Don't drop it, and don't bite down. If you drop it, I walk away. If you bite down, you'll wait for El."
Peter ran the back of the right hand, ungloved, across Neal’s chest, just brushing the hot, swollen nipples, gentle strokes that set the other man writhing. “Remember Neal, don’t bite down.” Neal kept the crop resting against his tongue. Breathing through his nose, his chest heaving against Peter’s cool, teasing hand, Neal kept trying again to deepen the contact. Peter let him play at that game for a few minutes, just resting his thumb against the taut peak over Neal’s heart. And then he stepped away, leaving Neal hanging, bereft. “You know you are so fucking beautiful. Everyone who looks at you wants to fuck you, but you know what? You’re mine, to fuck and not to fuck.” Peter tucked his gloved hand under Neal’s chin, and tilted his face up. Neal struggled not to bite down on the crop as Peter started feathering kisses against his cheeks, licking at the tears. Neal rolled his body into Peter, his bound cock leaving a trail against the other man’s pants.
Peter pulled back again, enjoying the game of touching and not touching, tormenting Neal, who was such a pain slut. “I don’t know if I should give you what you want.” Neal kept perfectly still, perfectly quiet, the only sign of his agitation was the quivering end of the crop in his mouth. “How about the stingray? Against your prick, up your ass?” Neal did not move, hoping to be rewarded.
“Ahh, but your mouth is full, your eyes are blindfolded, your hands are bound. If you drop the crop, our games are over for today. So, you really have no say whether I use the lambskin or shagreen glove, do you?” Peter pulled a second glove from his belt. Unlike the supple black glove on his left hand, the right hand glove was a bespoke item, the palm and fingers layered in the exotic textured hide of a stingray, cut and finished to feel like the rough tongue of a big cat. Peter pulled the glove on and stepped close into Neal, cradling him against his thighs. “Are you going to be a good boy?” Neal didn’t know whether to nod or keep still, so he just breathed deeply, hoping that Peter would do what he wanted. And he did, sort of. Peter’s right hand, the one encased in the stingray, rubbed softly over Neal’s belly, toying once again with his navel. The textured hide snagged against the tender skin - scraping and marking in ways that the crop handle never could. Neal began to rub his ass against Peter, still holding in the plug. Peter’s right hand drifted down Neal’s belly, and snagged on his pubes. As Peter pulled his hand through the dense, dark curls, Neal’s humping became an act of desperation, as he took pleasure in the sharp, stinging pain.
Finally, Peter cupped his hand around Neal’s balls and squeezed. Not hard, but enough to mark the tender skin with the pattern of the leather. “If I stroke your cock with this hand, I could make you bleed. You’re so swollen and ready to burst.” Peter paused for a moment, as if considering his options. “No, I don’t think so. Your cock is too beautiful to mark - it would be like defacing a Michelangelo.” Neal’s breath shuddered in his chest, as he tried to convey his disappointment. “Don’t be so pushy, Neal.”
At that Peter smacked Neal’s thighs and belly, leaving a curious pattern of welts and palm prints. “I think it’s time for that plug to come out. Peter moved around, and pulled Neal close again, chest to chest, cock to cock, the crop held gently between Neal’s lips battered lightly against Peter’s throat. Holding him tight, Peter’s right hand cupped and squeezed Neal’s buttock, the shagreen glove tormenting the already marked skin, fingers creeping closer to his tightly clenched hole.
“Another choice, Neal.” Neal held very still. “El has a new dildo, it’s polished steel and she can’t wait to try it out. If I use my right hand to pull out the plug, I may make you bleed. If I damage you, she may want to break it in on me. What do you want? Pain now or pain later?”
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Peter didn’t think he could love Neal more at that moment, the tears were running down from beneath the blindfold, saliva dripped from the corners of his lips and his cock was leaking precum like a running faucet. He was a picture of control, a purely sexual being held in a state of grace. Peter also found that he didn’t have the heart to cause Neal unnecessary physical pain – using the shagreen gloved hand to extract the plug was beyond cruel, and he should have never given Neal that choice. Rubbing his left thumb, the one gloved in lambskin, over Neal’s lower lip, he took the crop from Neal’s mouth and tucked it into the back of his own pants.
Peter kissed him, catching Neal’s sob. “Shhh, shhh. You’re so good. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”
“Hurt me, Peter. Please”
“I will, baby – don’t worry, I will.” At that, Neal undulated against him, trying to be a bad boy – trying to call down some harsh discipline. Peter gave him two hard smacks with the shagreen glove, one on each butt cheek and Neal bucked against him.
Peter stepped away from Neal and took off both gloves. He pried open Neal’s tightly clenched ass and started to slowly remove the plug. Neal whimpered and rocked back and forth, fucking himself on the hard plastic. Peter, in a generous mood, allowed him a few moments of gratification before extracting it completely.
“If you didn’t have that ring on, you’d have come, you little slut. You aren’t allowed to come, except when you’re riding my cock.”
“Please, Peter.”
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me, use me.”
“What if I said no, and just left you hanging here – would you get soft and small and useless, or would you stay hard and ready for me?” Peter stepped away from Neal and sat down. “How long can you stay hard?”
“I don’t know, Peter. Please, please, please.” Every muscle in Neal’s body radiated submission and the need to please.
Peter retrieved the crop and started to tap it against his palm. Should I fuck your hole with this? It’s so small, and you’re so wide open now, you probably wouldn’t even feel it until I hit your prostate. Would you like that?”
“Anything, Peter, please. Anything you want.”
They went back and forth, Peter suggesting more and more outrageous acts, Neal begging for each one. Some part of Peter was appalled at his imagination, but a greater part of him was thrilled - to have this lovely creature at his mercy.
“Playtime is over. Tell me exactly what you want. Right here, right now.”
“Fuck me…let me come.”
Peter said nothing and quietly got up, undoing his pants. Neal turned his head, trying to find Peter in the room, and he jerked when he felt Peter’s hot, hard cock press against his ass. Peter wrapped his arms around Neal, using his nails and toying with his nipples, his aching cock and balls, the marks that the crop and the glove left against him. “I’m going to take the ring off now, but you can’t come yet. Not until I tell you to. Hold still.”
Peter rolled the silicone ring off his penis and balls and massaged him carefully. “Good boy, you didn’t come. I’m going to fuck you now.”
Ever gallant – even in his abuse, he checked that Neal was sufficiently lubed before he breached him, enjoying the sensation of the hot flesh sheathing his cock. Peter casually stroked in and out, using Neal as if he were nothing more than a convenience, holding onto his hips, never touching his cock. He worked himself to the limits of his control, maintaining a steady pace until Neal began to whine and writhe.
“Touch me, please. Let me come.”
In response, Peter bit Neal’s shoulder and pulled out almost completely. “You come when I tell you that you can.”
“No, I need to come now.” Neal worked himself on Peter’s cock, finally fighting against the bonds and the rules. “Enough – this is enough.”
The turnabout excited Peter more than anything that had gone before, and he gave Neal what he wanted, pulling and stroking until they both came, Neal’s cum pouring through Peter’s fist, and his own leaking from Neal’s ass.
Peter recovered and slowly pulled out, then unhooked the chains and cuffs and finally taking the blindfold from Neal’s eyes. Neal looked devastated, the tears turning his eyes even bluer, and Peter’s heart nearly burst. He broke him – he make Neal take what he wanted, rather than accept what was given. “Are you okay?”
Neal shook his head no, then yes and his smile was like a sunrise. “Thank you, Peter.”
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Date: 2010-05-13 11:48 pm (UTC)"You know you are so fucking beautiful. Everyone who looks at you wants to fuck you..." GULP! Uh, yeah. Agreed.
"You aren’t allowed to come, except when you’re riding my cock.” There is something so hot about Peter almost training Neal to come when fucked and no other time. Like, whoa...
Excellent, Elr!!! Fantastic break from school work! ;-)
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Date: 2010-05-14 12:30 am (UTC)Elr, YOU MAKE MY LIFE A BETTER PLACE.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*rereads AGAIN*
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:01 am (UTC)I am so glad you liked! It really was difficult to find the right ending - this type of porn is not my usual thang!
Elr.
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:03 am (UTC)Don't hit the books too hard...they may hit back.
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:05 am (UTC)You managed to accomplish both. This was a pleasure to read, and is among my favorite stories ever. :-D
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:21 am (UTC)I normally don't write such hard play...so it was kind of fun to stretch myself.
Elr.
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-14 01:23 am (UTC)As hard as I tried, I couldn't get Peter to cooperate and be the complete Dom and get Neal to be the perfect sub.
They just needed to stay true to who they are in my own little made up WC world.
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:47 am (UTC)I also have a hard time seeing Peter actually being able to be a hard-core Dom, when he seems quite a bit more reserved (I almost would say shy) when it comes to sex.
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Date: 2010-05-14 03:23 am (UTC)I love the line about Neal being in a state of grace. And I love him begging Peter to hurt him -- and Peter being worried about hurting him too much!
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Date: 2010-05-14 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:52 pm (UTC)What a lovely and wonderful comment - you really got what I was trying to say.
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Date: 2010-05-14 05:25 pm (UTC)He thought that the sight of Neal, captive and aching was the most perfect thing in the world.
Co-signed.
...against the warm ivory of his unmarked skin.
"Warm ivory" is such a perfect way to describe his skin tone. Gorgeous.
“You know you are so fucking beautiful. Everyone who looks at you wants to fuck you, but you know what? You’re mine, to fuck and not to fuck.”
Guh.
“No, I don’t think so. Your cock is too beautiful to mark - it would be like defacing a Michelangelo.”
Peter didn’t think he could love Neal more at that moment, the tears were running down from beneath the blindfold, saliva dripped from the corners of his lips and his cock was leaking precum like a running faucet. He was a picture of control, a purely sexual being held in a state of grace.
I love how you've tempered the cruelty of the hard play with the descriptions of Peter's love for Neal. This approach is so much hotter than pure Dom/Sub.
Peter casually stroked in and out, using Neal as if he were nothing more than a convenience, holding onto his hips, never touching his cock. He worked himself to the limits of his control, maintaining a steady pace until Neal began to whine and writhe.
Insanely hot.
Neal looked devastated, the tears turning his eyes even bluer, and Peter’s heart nearly burst.
What a gorgeous image.
Thank you for more fabulous porn.
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Date: 2010-05-18 12:35 pm (UTC)I had (as I've said above) a difficult time with this, because I don't have a true D/s mindset, and pain for pain's sake (S&M, not D/s) leaves me cold. When I wrote the first part of it, I wrote myself into a corner -- there was no way I could write anything that would approach S&M and (1) sound authentic and (2) actually be able to write it.
Hence, I left the guys hanging (Neal, literally) for about 2 months, and finally - finally decided to give Peter the will to say - "This isn't for me."
I was worried that it would seems, well, off - I am delighted at the positive response.
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Date: 2010-05-18 01:05 pm (UTC)Oh, I completely agree. This is OT and not entirely relevant, but it reminds me of how much I hate slasher movies and movies such as 'Saw' etc. Actually, I can't even watch films like that. They make me feel physically sick. I have no idea how people watch stuff like that and get any kind of thrill from it.
Anyway, back to your fic. I think how you've written it is the only way to do it and keep Peter, particularly, in character. The way that he hesitates to hurt Neal, even when he is asking for it, is so very IC. In the show he does his best to protect Neal from his own worst instincts, and that is what he's doing here. And also in the show, we see that, in spite of Neal pushing the envelope, in the end he respects this about Peter and loves him for it.
So, yes, this is therefore a perfect representation of how these characters might act in this kind of (very hot) scenario. I love PWP like this - PWP might be Porn Without Plot, but it shouldn't be Porn Without Good Characterisation, which all too often it is.
And BTW, I hope that work is better today. I know only too well how much annoying work distractions can harsh my muse, and we do NOT want your muse harshed. ;)
♥
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Date: 2010-05-15 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-18 12:30 pm (UTC)BTW - I've finished the piece you gave me the prompt for. It somehow became part of something that grew rather monsterous (in size). If you'd like - I'll be happy to send you your fic in advance, or you can wait for the complete posting.
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Date: 2010-05-18 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 12:21 am (UTC)(fingers crossed, because it's so difficult to kept the legs together)
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Date: 2010-05-19 10:12 pm (UTC)