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elrhiarhodanTitle: Morning Has Broken
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 011 – Mellow
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Fandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Matt Bomer (as a fictional character), Tim DeKay (as a fictional character), Simon Halls (as a fictional character) Matt, Tim/Matt/Simon
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Matt enjoys waking up.
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The morning sun coming through the window made him mellow – mellower than a night of spectacularly illicit sex.
It was just too early to feel guilty.
Tim was in the shower and Matt did a mental calculation of how long he could linger before starting the day. He could push it, just a little. It was probably around six now, and the call was for 7:30. He had some time.
His right hand drifted across his belly and he thought about other hands, Tim’s specifically. They really weren’t a star’s hands – there was the weirdly truncated middle finger, the ragged cuticles, the calluses. So different from Simon’s obsessively manicured hands. Matt loved them both.
That was the problem – he loved them both, and until he was forced to make a choice, he was going to have them both.
His dick stirred at the thought – not just of sex with Tim and sex with Simon, but of sex with Tim and Simon. He touched himself, squeezing hard, using the precome like lube. Matt closed his eyes and conjured the dirtiest image he could think of. Them double-teaming him, Tim’s monster up his ass, Simon forcing his own long, slim cock down his throat. Using him like he was nothing more than their fucktoy.
Tim wouldn’t be gentle – not like he was when they were together in New York. He’d be hard and harsh and make him whine for it, make him tell him just what he wanted. Tim would make him cry. And Simon – his partner would punish him for wanting it so dirty.
The pornography behind his eyelids became too much and he came with a shout, come erupting over his belly and chest.
Lust satisfied, Matt relaxed against the sex-stained sheets, mellow and happy in the early morning sunshine.
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 011 – Mellow
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Matt Bomer (as a fictional character), Tim DeKay (as a fictional character), Simon Halls (as a fictional character) Matt, Tim/Matt/Simon
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Matt enjoys waking up.
The morning sun coming through the window made him mellow – mellower than a night of spectacularly illicit sex.
It was just too early to feel guilty.
Tim was in the shower and Matt did a mental calculation of how long he could linger before starting the day. He could push it, just a little. It was probably around six now, and the call was for 7:30. He had some time.
His right hand drifted across his belly and he thought about other hands, Tim’s specifically. They really weren’t a star’s hands – there was the weirdly truncated middle finger, the ragged cuticles, the calluses. So different from Simon’s obsessively manicured hands. Matt loved them both.
That was the problem – he loved them both, and until he was forced to make a choice, he was going to have them both.
His dick stirred at the thought – not just of sex with Tim and sex with Simon, but of sex with Tim and Simon. He touched himself, squeezing hard, using the precome like lube. Matt closed his eyes and conjured the dirtiest image he could think of. Them double-teaming him, Tim’s monster up his ass, Simon forcing his own long, slim cock down his throat. Using him like he was nothing more than their fucktoy.
Tim wouldn’t be gentle – not like he was when they were together in New York. He’d be hard and harsh and make him whine for it, make him tell him just what he wanted. Tim would make him cry. And Simon – his partner would punish him for wanting it so dirty.
The pornography behind his eyelids became too much and he came with a shout, come erupting over his belly and chest.
Lust satisfied, Matt relaxed against the sex-stained sheets, mellow and happy in the early morning sunshine.
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