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elrhiarhodanTitle: Hush
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 026 – Quiet
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Fandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Matt Bomer (as a fictional character), Tim DeKay (as a fictional character), Tim/Matt
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Stroke!Fic, Nipple!Play
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Completely shameless PWP, there really is just no other summary for this. And once again, thanks tocoffeethyme4me for the hint on how to take this prompt.
A sequel to Morning Has Broken and A Highly Inappropriate Distraction, Tender is the Night, and Hungry Like the Wolf.
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It took them a few days to get back to this point. Matt was never precisely angry about that public spanking (and it was only one smack, really), it just bothered him. And beyond that, even the memory of that unexpected act of discipline aroused him unbearably; being near Tim (who was most adorably and sincerely contrite) made it worse.
But the truth was, Matt could no more give up Tim than he could give up Simon. Or breathing.
It was pouring and they were closeted in Tim’s trailer, waiting out the rain. Matt was naked and straddling Tim’s thighs, leaning back against his broad, strong chest. This was his favorite position, he felt so cherished like this. And horny.
Tim was working his nipples, pinching and tugging and talking dirty about them. How they were scene stealers and that they needed to be punished. The public smack aside, this was about as rough as he’d get, and Matt was okay with that.
His thighs were spread over Tim’s still-clothed legs, and he was rubbing ass against the fly-straining bulge.
“That’s it, Matty – keep on humping me.” Tim gave each nipple a vicious twist, and he ground down harder. “Touch yourself, work your cock for me, you dirty fucker.”
Matt stilled, but his heart raced. Dirty fucker. The two words were like pouring gasoline on a fire. He moaned and stroked himself harder, rocking his ass back and forth on Tim’s prick.
He started to cry out, disregarding Tim’s urgent whispers to keep his voice down. He couldn’t help himself; he was such a dirty fucker. As that thought crossed his mind, he came, shouting his pleasure. Tim let go of one of his nipples and clamped a hand across his mouth, pinching the other one hard as he came, too.
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 026 – Quiet
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Matt Bomer (as a fictional character), Tim DeKay (as a fictional character), Tim/Matt
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Stroke!Fic, Nipple!Play
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Completely shameless PWP, there really is just no other summary for this. And once again, thanks to
coffeethyme4me for the hint on how to take this prompt.A sequel to Morning Has Broken and A Highly Inappropriate Distraction, Tender is the Night, and Hungry Like the Wolf.
It took them a few days to get back to this point. Matt was never precisely angry about that public spanking (and it was only one smack, really), it just bothered him. And beyond that, even the memory of that unexpected act of discipline aroused him unbearably; being near Tim (who was most adorably and sincerely contrite) made it worse.
But the truth was, Matt could no more give up Tim than he could give up Simon. Or breathing.
It was pouring and they were closeted in Tim’s trailer, waiting out the rain. Matt was naked and straddling Tim’s thighs, leaning back against his broad, strong chest. This was his favorite position, he felt so cherished like this. And horny.
Tim was working his nipples, pinching and tugging and talking dirty about them. How they were scene stealers and that they needed to be punished. The public smack aside, this was about as rough as he’d get, and Matt was okay with that.
His thighs were spread over Tim’s still-clothed legs, and he was rubbing ass against the fly-straining bulge.
“That’s it, Matty – keep on humping me.” Tim gave each nipple a vicious twist, and he ground down harder. “Touch yourself, work your cock for me, you dirty fucker.”
Matt stilled, but his heart raced. Dirty fucker. The two words were like pouring gasoline on a fire. He moaned and stroked himself harder, rocking his ass back and forth on Tim’s prick.
He started to cry out, disregarding Tim’s urgent whispers to keep his voice down. He couldn’t help himself; he was such a dirty fucker. As that thought crossed his mind, he came, shouting his pleasure. Tim let go of one of his nipples and clamped a hand across his mouth, pinching the other one hard as he came, too.
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Date: 2012-05-30 07:15 pm (UTC)Dear God...
*THUD*
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Date: 2012-06-04 02:20 pm (UTC)This one WAS your idea, you know.
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Date: 2012-06-04 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-30 07:50 pm (UTC)Seriously, just when I think your writing can't get any hotter - this is a little pearl. A filthy, delicious little pearl. I want to dissolve it in vinegar and
CENSORED.no subject
Date: 2012-06-04 02:21 pm (UTC)This is the BEST feedback I've gotten in a long time - thank you!
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Date: 2012-05-31 03:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-04 02:22 pm (UTC)Yeah. That's going to take a while.
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Date: 2012-05-31 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-04 02:22 pm (UTC)