elrhiarhodan

Title: Reveling In the Persistent Darkness
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 008 - Slick
Author:

elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Neal/Peter
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: More Stroke!Fic, Barebacking, Dry-fucking, Biting, kissing. That’s a lot of kink in 300 words.
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: There are nights when their darker natures take hold.

A/N – Sometimes prompts go pear-shaped and I end up writing the opposite of what I intended. But that’s the value of inspiration, and I have to say that this one’s a little on the extreme side for me. The story is dedicated to my bestie,

coffeethyme4me, just because she’s feeling better, and just because she asked.

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Neal worried at the bruise forming on his lip. Peter kissed him hard, biting down until it was just on the right side of pain. It was one of those nights, where their darker natures took hold. Peter had crowded him at the door, his hands were hot and hard and Neal just let him. He didn’t often surrender, and never with anyone but Peter. It was a measure of the trust between them.

Peter let go of his lip and pressed his mouth against Neal’s neck; he had bared his throat in an animalistic gesture of submission. He left his mark there, and elsewhere.

“Take me dry.” Neal breathed the words or maybe just thought them, but Peter reared back, eyes wide, pupils blown with desire. They didn’t make it to the bed, Neal was striped and on the floor, on his knees, before he could even think of changing his mind. And if Peter was going to push into him without any lube, he was going to do it bare.

“Touch yourself – make yourself hard.” The command was guttural, not to be disobeyed.

Neal lost track of time as Peter worked at him, brutally persistent and infinitely gentle. Sweat pooled at the small of his back, in the crack of his ass. He came in his fist when his dick should have gone limp from the pain.

“I can’t hold on.” Peter had finally managed to work himself into Neal, but wasn’t moving.

“Then don’t.” His cock was rock hard again, and he wanted to hump so badly.

Peter leaned over him, chest pressed to his back, protecting him, dominating him. He pushed and pulled, in small motions that were barely satisfying, but satisfying enough.

Peter came, biting down on his shoulder. Neal was triumphant in his agony.

FIN