elrhiarhodan | White Collar Fic

Title: Absolute Trust
Author:

elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Peter/Neal
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Sensation Play
Word Count: ~900
Summary: Neal and Peter rarely play hard, but when they do, their games require absolute trust.

A/N: No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Originally written for

rabidchild67’s Five Acts Meme two or three rounds ago. I have no idea why I’ve never posted this here.

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They don’t play hard too often. A steady diet of crops and plugs and cock rings and ropes and all those other elements of their darker nature would lose their savor, would become common place, boring. As he liked to say, there’s a reason why Christmas comes only once a year.

But when they did play, they played for keeps.

Today, Peter had Neal bound. He couldn’t move, his body was bent backwards, hands bound to his ankles. The position must have been uncomfortable, but as he took away each of his senses, Neal began to relax.

The ball gag came first. “Your tongue is your most dangerous weapon, Neal. You aren’t going to be able to bargain your way out of this.” Peter kissed him, stealing his breath, his soul, before he inserted the leather ball and buckling it around his head.

His mouth sealed, Neal fluttered his lashes at him and he laughed. “I’d say, don’t look at me like that, but you just can’t help yourself, can you?” Peter kissed him again, biting Neal’s lips where they protruded from under the gag. Before dropped the blindfold over his eyes, He kissed Neal's eyelids. When Neal shivered, he calmed him. “There is nothing to be afraid of.”

The last act to close Neal off from the living world was to fill his ears. He could have used a common set of earplugs, but chose instead to block Neal’s hearing with a wall of sound – his own heartbeat. Steady and slow, on an endlessly repeating loop. As he turned up the volume, a shiver coursed through his lover’s body.

Peter wanted to sit back and just watch Neal. He didn’t struggle, he didn’t try to fight the restraints as he would if he could see or speak. But Peter knew that Neal couldn’t keep this position infinitely, and he didn’t want to cause him any unnecessary distress. It was time to play.

The ice came first, a single cube trailed across Neal’s exposed neck, circling his adam’s apple as he swallowed. Peter let the ice rest in the hollow of Neal’s throat, the cold liquid pooling as the cube melting. There was a flush to Neal’s skin, then it receded, leaving it goose pimpled. The fine hairs were raised and Peter blew across them and was rewarded with another shiver.

He left that cube to finish melting and took and fresh one and tormented Neal’s sweet tits. Those nubbins stood at attention, dark and hard and begging for Peter’s lips and teeth. He saw no reason to deny either of them.

The ice cube melted by the time Peter finished with Neal’s tits, and Neal was making the most delightful sounds in the back of his throat.

Peter looked at Neal’s bowed body, seeing the signs of stress from the bindings and the position. Neal had asked for it – even going so far as to direct him in the binding, but Peter could leave him like this. Neal’s pain – as much as he might enjoy it – was not conducive to his own pleasure. He loosened the bonds, letting the tight muscles ease out – but he didn’t let Neal stay free. He retied his hands together, and left his feet loose – better to have access to the sweetest parts of his body.

Watching Neal adjust to his new position, his senses still cloaked, Peter fetched more ice, crushing some this time. One of the larger pieces was left to melt in Neal’s belly button, and Peter enjoyed watching as he rolled his abdominal muscles to get it loose, but to no avail. It was wedged in there until it melted.

Peter sucked on the smaller pieces until his tongue went numb and then went for the prize, swallowing as much of Neal’s massive erection as he could. The sensation of that hot cock against his cold tongue was delicious. Neal thrashed and Peter pinned him down, holding his hips tight against the floor. He swallowed and licked, his still cold tongue playing havoc with Neal’s cock. Neal kept thrashing.

The sounds coming out from behind the gag were louder now and there was an unfamiliar note of distress. He wasn’t hurting Neal – but there was always a chance he’d go too far. Neal was completely sealed off – gagged, he couldn’t voice their safe word, blindfolded, there was no way he could see what Peter was doing or about to do. With his hearing filled with the noise of his heart beating, he couldn’t respond to a verbal command.

This type of sensation play required absolute trust. And Peter made a decision – he unbuckled the gag and gently removed it from Neal’s mouth. Holding up his head, he tipped the bowl of ice up, letting the water from the melted cubes drip into Neal’s mouth.

“Are you okay?” Stupid question, Neal couldn’t hear him. He pulled out the ear buds and took off the blindfold. Peter repeated the question.

“Thank you – thank you. It was getting too much. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. This is for both of us. If you don’t enjoy it, I can’t either.” He ran his fingers through Neal’s sweaty hair, calming him, letting him know through that simple touch that he was loved and needed and that he was beautiful and perfect.

FIN