Ficlets: White collar ficlets
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These are three ficlets I wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
collarkink.
Titles: Touch, Saddle up, Love to love you
Pairing: Neal/Peter, El/Neal w/Peter, Neal/Peter
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Warnings: Written for a kink meme but nothing you wouldn't read in an average nc-17 fic
Peter figured Neal still thought this was part of the job, their lips pressed against each other‘s, tongues tangled, and one of Peter’s hand gripping Neal‘s hair tightly. His other hand rested casually on Neal’s hip.
The bar they’re undercover in is dark and loud. Normally no one would be paying attention to two guys making out hot and heavy, but ninety-nine percent of the people here have had their greedy eyes on Neal since he walked in the place. The remaining one percent were either very drunk or making out with other people themselves.
Peter pulled away from the kiss to take a breath. He didn’t want to let go so he leaned his forehead against Neal’s and brushed a hand over the front of Neal’s pants. The surprised grunt made him want to kiss Neal all over again. The man was one of the best con artists in the world but some things could still shock him.
When he looked into blue eyes, Peter raised one eyebrow like this wasn’t an unusual situation.
“What? I got tired of every guy in here approaching you and trying to talk you into going to the bathroom or the back room.”
Neal huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah I got that when you came up behind me, slipped your hand under my shirt and called me ‘sweetheart.’”
Peter smirked and shrugged. His hand moved and his smirk got wider as Neal’s eyes dilated with arousal. “Some men wouldn’t like me taking control like this, showing all these other guys that you’re mine.”
Neal’s eyes closed and opened and between that one blink and the next, Peter knew he’d made some decision. Two arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer.
“Hmm, you in control is nothing new and you do it so well. But I think I see some guys in the corner that are not thoroughly convinced, so you should kiss me again.”
Peter laughed and agreed.
Elizabeth smirked as she slowly rode Neal and did her best to drive him insane. Pretty Neal with his hair in disarray, hickeys on his throat, and his elegant hands tied to her bed frame. She moved her hips in a tight circle that had him arching his back in a silent plea for more.
In response she lightly scratched his chest with her fingernails, thumbs circling his nipples over and over before leaning down to kiss his already swollen, wet mouth.
His eyes watched her every movement, cataloged her every reaction, and she knew he was looking for tells, for something that would let him know what to expect next from her. She sat back up and flexed her thighs. That got a breathy moan out of him that only grew in volume as she clutched her own breasts and rubbed them. She raised up, almost letting his very energetic dick pull out, but sank back down at the last moment.
Her stomach tightened suddenly and she sped up, her orgasm slamming through her body, making her moan and whimper. God it was so good, so hot to be in charge of this man that tried to con everyone because it was part of what made him, him. Through thin, barely there latex, she felt Neal come, pulses of heat that turned her on all over again.
A movement in the shadows had Elizabeth turning her head to stare into the satisfied eyes of her husband. Her smile was lazy and hungry as she said, "Your turn, honey."
Neal couldn't think, couldn't move. Hands roamed over his body, opening him up; licking, nipping, making him moan. He was damp with sweat and other fluids. He’d stopped trying to look seductive and hot hours ago. He swallowed and the dry click of his throat sounded loud in the silence.
"You need a drink?"
Neal shook his head and tried to focus, but when fingers pushed inside him, he shuddered and broke. He heard someone begging, their voice ragged and full of reverence. He knew it was him and he kept begging and talking as Peter finger fucked him until he came. Again.
They'd been in Neal's bed all night and he could see gray light of a coming dawn seeping in through the curtains. Peter was many things but this satyr that watches Neal come over and over again was something Neal can't begin to fight against.
"Please."
Peter's hands swept over his body, studying different places like they could lead him to a treasure.
"Please what, Neal? Do you have something to say?"
Neal cleared his throat. "Yeah, yes I do. Please."
A hand stroked his stomach and Peter studied him, his eyes searching for something.
Neal rose up to steal a kiss. "Please, more please."
Peter laughed, ducked down, and licked a stripe from Neal's navel to his neck. "There's my boy."
collarkink.Titles: Touch, Saddle up, Love to love you
Pairing: Neal/Peter, El/Neal w/Peter, Neal/Peter
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Warnings: Written for a kink meme but nothing you wouldn't read in an average nc-17 fic
Peter figured Neal still thought this was part of the job, their lips pressed against each other‘s, tongues tangled, and one of Peter’s hand gripping Neal‘s hair tightly. His other hand rested casually on Neal’s hip.
The bar they’re undercover in is dark and loud. Normally no one would be paying attention to two guys making out hot and heavy, but ninety-nine percent of the people here have had their greedy eyes on Neal since he walked in the place. The remaining one percent were either very drunk or making out with other people themselves.
Peter pulled away from the kiss to take a breath. He didn’t want to let go so he leaned his forehead against Neal’s and brushed a hand over the front of Neal’s pants. The surprised grunt made him want to kiss Neal all over again. The man was one of the best con artists in the world but some things could still shock him.
When he looked into blue eyes, Peter raised one eyebrow like this wasn’t an unusual situation.
“What? I got tired of every guy in here approaching you and trying to talk you into going to the bathroom or the back room.”
Neal huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah I got that when you came up behind me, slipped your hand under my shirt and called me ‘sweetheart.’”
Peter smirked and shrugged. His hand moved and his smirk got wider as Neal’s eyes dilated with arousal. “Some men wouldn’t like me taking control like this, showing all these other guys that you’re mine.”
Neal’s eyes closed and opened and between that one blink and the next, Peter knew he’d made some decision. Two arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer.
“Hmm, you in control is nothing new and you do it so well. But I think I see some guys in the corner that are not thoroughly convinced, so you should kiss me again.”
Peter laughed and agreed.
Elizabeth smirked as she slowly rode Neal and did her best to drive him insane. Pretty Neal with his hair in disarray, hickeys on his throat, and his elegant hands tied to her bed frame. She moved her hips in a tight circle that had him arching his back in a silent plea for more.
In response she lightly scratched his chest with her fingernails, thumbs circling his nipples over and over before leaning down to kiss his already swollen, wet mouth.
His eyes watched her every movement, cataloged her every reaction, and she knew he was looking for tells, for something that would let him know what to expect next from her. She sat back up and flexed her thighs. That got a breathy moan out of him that only grew in volume as she clutched her own breasts and rubbed them. She raised up, almost letting his very energetic dick pull out, but sank back down at the last moment.
Her stomach tightened suddenly and she sped up, her orgasm slamming through her body, making her moan and whimper. God it was so good, so hot to be in charge of this man that tried to con everyone because it was part of what made him, him. Through thin, barely there latex, she felt Neal come, pulses of heat that turned her on all over again.
A movement in the shadows had Elizabeth turning her head to stare into the satisfied eyes of her husband. Her smile was lazy and hungry as she said, "Your turn, honey."
Neal couldn't think, couldn't move. Hands roamed over his body, opening him up; licking, nipping, making him moan. He was damp with sweat and other fluids. He’d stopped trying to look seductive and hot hours ago. He swallowed and the dry click of his throat sounded loud in the silence.
"You need a drink?"
Neal shook his head and tried to focus, but when fingers pushed inside him, he shuddered and broke. He heard someone begging, their voice ragged and full of reverence. He knew it was him and he kept begging and talking as Peter finger fucked him until he came. Again.
They'd been in Neal's bed all night and he could see gray light of a coming dawn seeping in through the curtains. Peter was many things but this satyr that watches Neal come over and over again was something Neal can't begin to fight against.
"Please."
Peter's hands swept over his body, studying different places like they could lead him to a treasure.
"Please what, Neal? Do you have something to say?"
Neal cleared his throat. "Yeah, yes I do. Please."
A hand stroked his stomach and Peter studied him, his eyes searching for something.
Neal rose up to steal a kiss. "Please, more please."
Peter laughed, ducked down, and licked a stripe from Neal's navel to his neck. "There's my boy."
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Date: 2009-11-23 02:12 pm (UTC)But Neal saying please, and Peter's, "There's my boy."? *flails* So hot!
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Date: 2009-11-23 04:27 pm (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2009-11-23 04:40 pm (UTC)Elizabeth riding Neal while he's tied up was *hot* (so was her telling Peter 'it's your turn'.)
Peter taking his sweet time and taking Neal apart in the best way possible was also hot.
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Date: 2009-11-25 05:28 am (UTC)Thanks for the smile that's plastered all over my face right now. ;-)
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