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fickle_obsessedPairing Sue Denim/Alex Zane
Word Count 1891
Rating R
Prompt Strap-ons/Pegging for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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“I don’t get it.”
“You don’t have to get it. You don’t even have to do it. It was just a suggestion.”
“No-no, I’m not saying that. I just…I don’t see the appeal, I mean what’s in it for you? You won‘t even be able to feel anything, will you?”
“I don’t have to be able to feel anything, it’s not about that. You know they say the most erotic organ in the body’s the brain? It’s…the idea, the visuals. You on your knees and-” the words fade, as Sue bites her lip flushed at the very idea. Yep, definitely the visuals.
“I’ll do it,” Alex says quietly, stepping forward, arms slipping loosely round her waist. “Okay I don’t get it, but maybe I will. I want to and like you said I don’t have to get it. If this is something you want me to do, yeah…fuck it. In for a penny and all that.”
He instantly regrets agreeing to this quite so readily when she walks in, all dressed up and ready to go. He could have made a deal with her, could have got something really good, something really kinky, out of this. Of course he gets kinky quite a lot as it is, but that’s not quite the point. His mouth’s suddenly very dry and he’s aware he’s staring. Jesus if she tells Dee about this he’s never going to live it down and she would. She tells her everything he’s sure of it, the way Dee sometimes looks at him as if she’s just dying let something slip. Still it’s too late now, he can’t just back out. Well he could, but he won’t because he never backs out of anything, he’s just not that kind of man.
“You look…worried,” she says, one hand on her hip, the…thing wobbling at her groin, obscene and bright purple and just a little bigger than he’d been expecting, because now she’s got this he’s 95% sure she’s going to want to use it…properly.
“Worried? Me!” He laughs it off, swallows hard to try and get some saliva back in his mouth and jumps off the bed moving towards her, arms around her neck, pressing the strap-on against their bodies. “Just a blow job, yeah?”
“Yeah absolutely unless….”
He swallows again, Adam’s apple bobbing slowly, nervously. “You’re going to make me your bitch, aren’t you?”
“You’re already my bitch,” she informs him with a grin. “But maybe, one day, if you fancy it.”
He makes a little strangled sound in the back of his throat, half fear, half desire, because she’d make him enjoy it. She’d make him enjoy being buggered, the bitch! The idea‘s already turning him on a little bit, damn it! “Anyway,” he says, clearing his throat and his mind.
She leans up and kisses him hungrily for just a few moments before pulling back, trying not to look too pleased with herself. “On your knees, Zane. Like a good boy.”
He raises an eyebrow at that, but does as he’s told, looking up at her and trying to avoid a face full of silicone. “Okay so…I can still touch you, right? Use my fingers. Make you come?”
“You can do anything you want,” she assures him, already slightly distracted. By his words and by the sight of him, all submissive and beautiful and just a little nervous. He never looks nervous, it makes him look younger, vulnerable and god help her that’s making her wetter than anything else. Because Alex Zane is a smug bastard and sometimes all she can think about is how to wipe the smile off his face. “As long as you’re sucking my cock at the same time.”
“Yeah pretty sure I can remember that part, under the circumstances.” He reaches out wraps his fingers round the strap-on, getting used to the way it feels, the weight of it, mentally preparing himself for this. Maybe it won’t be that bad, it almost certainly won’t be thinking about it, because Suzy may occasionally be a sex crazed animal of a woman but she’s also incredibly tender when she feels like it.
Inching forward she reaches down to tangle her fingers into his messy brown hair, pulling his head closer, gentle but firm. A good sign he supposes and when he looks up at her the warm smile curving her lips makes him feel just that little bit safer. Still he can’t help but wonder if this is at least a little payback for the times he’s not so subtly ‘encouraged’ her to do the same. She’s always been pretty keen on sexual equality, in fact now he’s actually thinking about it that’s what this has to be about, doesn’t it?
“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” she mutters so quietly it’s as if she’s trying not to break the silence, the spell around them.
He could say a hundred things in response, he has so many comebacks, so many ways of waving it off, of suggesting she’s a pervert, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t say a word, just leans in and plants a firm kiss to her upper thigh, one hand moving to the curve of her ass, holding her in place, committing completely to this whole thing. If he’s doing this he’s going to do it well. None of that doing it badly so he never gets asked again, that’s not his style, not in the bedroom at least.
He pulls back, looks up at her again, catches her eye and smiles as he opens his mouth licks his lips and angles the dildo up towards his lips, never taking his eyes off her because if anything’s going to do it for him it’s the look on her face.
His tongue darts out, licks the tip slowly, watching the way her mouth opens, a promisingly vacant look on her face, eyes wide open as if she’s afraid of missing anything. She really is something, gaze unwavering, always.
He realises quickly she isn’t going to speak, isn’t going to utter instructions or orders, that this is all on him. He might be the one on his knees but he’s actually the one in control, it’s rare that really happens so he’s going to prove to her that he can be trusted with the responsibility. Opening his mouth wider he slides the purple silicone in, lips closing round it instantly. Her lips twitch, curve, change into something filled with lust and desire and it sends a shiver right down his body to settle in his cock.
Still she’s completely still, like she’s afraid of pushing him too far, of forcing him into something. His hand tightens on the swell of her ass, encouraging more involvement since he can’t exactly tell her with this thing filling his mouth. Work with me, Suze he thinks, gazing up at her, unblinking, as his mouth moves back and forth and she just stares down at him like this is most incredible thing she’s ever seen. Still she’s annoyingly silent, none of those dizzying little moans that even in his memory make him hard when they’re in their respective flats. He can’t help but wonder if he’s doing this right, if there even is a right way. The look on her face is promising, but he’s never heard her so quiet. It’s enough to make him all the more determined, to commit himself fully to this, to see if he can elicit one of those gorgeous moans from her. Taking a deep breath he narrows his eyes, and squeezes her ass cheek as he deep throats the instrument between her legs slowly, never taking his gaze from hers.
It’s different to how she imagined it would be. It’s one of those things she’s thought about a lot, an idea, a fantasy, something to think about late at night while touching herself. Quite what possessed her to bring it up in reality she can’t be sure. But here they are, here he is making her realise the images in her mind were nothing compared to the reality. He’s barely even touching her, but she’s sure she’s never been wetter. She wonders idly if she’d be as turned on if she was watching him sucking an actual cock and the idea makes her stomach twist unpleasantly. No, it has to be like this. It has to be her and it has to be him. Her beautiful, precious boy, on his knees, sucking her imaginary for cock for all he’s worth.
“Fuck,” the word’s twisted with desire, her voice slightly breathless as the dildo disappears into his mouth almost completely. She wants to smirk, wants to say something about it being harder than it looks. She doesn’t, because her mouth’s suddenly dry, her head swimming at the sight.
“Al,” she leans back against the wall and pulls his head back a little, looks at the glittering moisture on the strap-on and angles her hips closer to him. “Think you could touch me now?”
It doesn’t know quite how he’s managed to forget about that part of the deal, his hand almost instinctively comes up to the base of her cock, cupping her almost as if he’s fondling some none existence balls, fingers dancing over her, seeking out entrance, never once slowly the movements of his mouth along the length of her. His groan gets muffled against the silicone as her curls his fingers into her, pressing roughly against the mound of her g-spot, just how she likes it, knowing exactly what to do to make her come in under a minute.
She fights not to buck her hips, not to fuck his beautiful, delicate mouth. Her whole body tenses with the effort it takes, her hands tightening even more in his hair, only asserting the role reversal more clearly in her mind.
“Stop,” she mutters though clenched teeth.
Both mouth and fingers still as he looks up at her, confusion written all over his face.
She takes the moment of calm to catch her breath, to become a little more human, a little less animal. “I’m in serious danger of choking you if you don’t stop going down on me.”
Slowly he licks his lips, slightly sore and puffy, tender and taut. “Thanks for the warning. You’re a real gentleman.”
More than he is. But this is different. The silcone’s harder and she’s more practiced plus it’s significantly easier to tell exactly when he’s likely to lose all control of his hips. The wonders of flesh rather than plastic.
“Spit or swallow, Zane?”
He swirls his tongue over the tip of her cock as he considers the question, fingers moving again. “Swallow.” He mouths it again, more loose and shallow this time. “But only for you.”
There’s more banter to be had. There’s always more banter to be had, but now’s not the time, not with him still at work, not with his fingers pressing in that perfect way against her.
“Alex.” She cries his name, hips bucking automatically, thrusting into his mouth, as she comes hard, her hands moving to his shoulders.
He manages not to choke through sheer willpower alone, as he pulls back, resting his head against her thigh, panting and trying to ignore how battered his lips feel.
“Remind me to be more grateful that next time you give me head, yeah?”
Word Count 1891
Rating R
Prompt Strap-ons/Pegging for
kink_bingo“I don’t get it.”
“You don’t have to get it. You don’t even have to do it. It was just a suggestion.”
“No-no, I’m not saying that. I just…I don’t see the appeal, I mean what’s in it for you? You won‘t even be able to feel anything, will you?”
“I don’t have to be able to feel anything, it’s not about that. You know they say the most erotic organ in the body’s the brain? It’s…the idea, the visuals. You on your knees and-” the words fade, as Sue bites her lip flushed at the very idea. Yep, definitely the visuals.
“I’ll do it,” Alex says quietly, stepping forward, arms slipping loosely round her waist. “Okay I don’t get it, but maybe I will. I want to and like you said I don’t have to get it. If this is something you want me to do, yeah…fuck it. In for a penny and all that.”
He instantly regrets agreeing to this quite so readily when she walks in, all dressed up and ready to go. He could have made a deal with her, could have got something really good, something really kinky, out of this. Of course he gets kinky quite a lot as it is, but that’s not quite the point. His mouth’s suddenly very dry and he’s aware he’s staring. Jesus if she tells Dee about this he’s never going to live it down and she would. She tells her everything he’s sure of it, the way Dee sometimes looks at him as if she’s just dying let something slip. Still it’s too late now, he can’t just back out. Well he could, but he won’t because he never backs out of anything, he’s just not that kind of man.
“You look…worried,” she says, one hand on her hip, the…thing wobbling at her groin, obscene and bright purple and just a little bigger than he’d been expecting, because now she’s got this he’s 95% sure she’s going to want to use it…properly.
“Worried? Me!” He laughs it off, swallows hard to try and get some saliva back in his mouth and jumps off the bed moving towards her, arms around her neck, pressing the strap-on against their bodies. “Just a blow job, yeah?”
“Yeah absolutely unless….”
He swallows again, Adam’s apple bobbing slowly, nervously. “You’re going to make me your bitch, aren’t you?”
“You’re already my bitch,” she informs him with a grin. “But maybe, one day, if you fancy it.”
He makes a little strangled sound in the back of his throat, half fear, half desire, because she’d make him enjoy it. She’d make him enjoy being buggered, the bitch! The idea‘s already turning him on a little bit, damn it! “Anyway,” he says, clearing his throat and his mind.
She leans up and kisses him hungrily for just a few moments before pulling back, trying not to look too pleased with herself. “On your knees, Zane. Like a good boy.”
He raises an eyebrow at that, but does as he’s told, looking up at her and trying to avoid a face full of silicone. “Okay so…I can still touch you, right? Use my fingers. Make you come?”
“You can do anything you want,” she assures him, already slightly distracted. By his words and by the sight of him, all submissive and beautiful and just a little nervous. He never looks nervous, it makes him look younger, vulnerable and god help her that’s making her wetter than anything else. Because Alex Zane is a smug bastard and sometimes all she can think about is how to wipe the smile off his face. “As long as you’re sucking my cock at the same time.”
“Yeah pretty sure I can remember that part, under the circumstances.” He reaches out wraps his fingers round the strap-on, getting used to the way it feels, the weight of it, mentally preparing himself for this. Maybe it won’t be that bad, it almost certainly won’t be thinking about it, because Suzy may occasionally be a sex crazed animal of a woman but she’s also incredibly tender when she feels like it.
Inching forward she reaches down to tangle her fingers into his messy brown hair, pulling his head closer, gentle but firm. A good sign he supposes and when he looks up at her the warm smile curving her lips makes him feel just that little bit safer. Still he can’t help but wonder if this is at least a little payback for the times he’s not so subtly ‘encouraged’ her to do the same. She’s always been pretty keen on sexual equality, in fact now he’s actually thinking about it that’s what this has to be about, doesn’t it?
“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” she mutters so quietly it’s as if she’s trying not to break the silence, the spell around them.
He could say a hundred things in response, he has so many comebacks, so many ways of waving it off, of suggesting she’s a pervert, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t say a word, just leans in and plants a firm kiss to her upper thigh, one hand moving to the curve of her ass, holding her in place, committing completely to this whole thing. If he’s doing this he’s going to do it well. None of that doing it badly so he never gets asked again, that’s not his style, not in the bedroom at least.
He pulls back, looks up at her again, catches her eye and smiles as he opens his mouth licks his lips and angles the dildo up towards his lips, never taking his eyes off her because if anything’s going to do it for him it’s the look on her face.
His tongue darts out, licks the tip slowly, watching the way her mouth opens, a promisingly vacant look on her face, eyes wide open as if she’s afraid of missing anything. She really is something, gaze unwavering, always.
He realises quickly she isn’t going to speak, isn’t going to utter instructions or orders, that this is all on him. He might be the one on his knees but he’s actually the one in control, it’s rare that really happens so he’s going to prove to her that he can be trusted with the responsibility. Opening his mouth wider he slides the purple silicone in, lips closing round it instantly. Her lips twitch, curve, change into something filled with lust and desire and it sends a shiver right down his body to settle in his cock.
Still she’s completely still, like she’s afraid of pushing him too far, of forcing him into something. His hand tightens on the swell of her ass, encouraging more involvement since he can’t exactly tell her with this thing filling his mouth. Work with me, Suze he thinks, gazing up at her, unblinking, as his mouth moves back and forth and she just stares down at him like this is most incredible thing she’s ever seen. Still she’s annoyingly silent, none of those dizzying little moans that even in his memory make him hard when they’re in their respective flats. He can’t help but wonder if he’s doing this right, if there even is a right way. The look on her face is promising, but he’s never heard her so quiet. It’s enough to make him all the more determined, to commit himself fully to this, to see if he can elicit one of those gorgeous moans from her. Taking a deep breath he narrows his eyes, and squeezes her ass cheek as he deep throats the instrument between her legs slowly, never taking his gaze from hers.
It’s different to how she imagined it would be. It’s one of those things she’s thought about a lot, an idea, a fantasy, something to think about late at night while touching herself. Quite what possessed her to bring it up in reality she can’t be sure. But here they are, here he is making her realise the images in her mind were nothing compared to the reality. He’s barely even touching her, but she’s sure she’s never been wetter. She wonders idly if she’d be as turned on if she was watching him sucking an actual cock and the idea makes her stomach twist unpleasantly. No, it has to be like this. It has to be her and it has to be him. Her beautiful, precious boy, on his knees, sucking her imaginary for cock for all he’s worth.
“Fuck,” the word’s twisted with desire, her voice slightly breathless as the dildo disappears into his mouth almost completely. She wants to smirk, wants to say something about it being harder than it looks. She doesn’t, because her mouth’s suddenly dry, her head swimming at the sight.
“Al,” she leans back against the wall and pulls his head back a little, looks at the glittering moisture on the strap-on and angles her hips closer to him. “Think you could touch me now?”
It doesn’t know quite how he’s managed to forget about that part of the deal, his hand almost instinctively comes up to the base of her cock, cupping her almost as if he’s fondling some none existence balls, fingers dancing over her, seeking out entrance, never once slowly the movements of his mouth along the length of her. His groan gets muffled against the silicone as her curls his fingers into her, pressing roughly against the mound of her g-spot, just how she likes it, knowing exactly what to do to make her come in under a minute.
She fights not to buck her hips, not to fuck his beautiful, delicate mouth. Her whole body tenses with the effort it takes, her hands tightening even more in his hair, only asserting the role reversal more clearly in her mind.
“Stop,” she mutters though clenched teeth.
Both mouth and fingers still as he looks up at her, confusion written all over his face.
She takes the moment of calm to catch her breath, to become a little more human, a little less animal. “I’m in serious danger of choking you if you don’t stop going down on me.”
Slowly he licks his lips, slightly sore and puffy, tender and taut. “Thanks for the warning. You’re a real gentleman.”
More than he is. But this is different. The silcone’s harder and she’s more practiced plus it’s significantly easier to tell exactly when he’s likely to lose all control of his hips. The wonders of flesh rather than plastic.
“Spit or swallow, Zane?”
He swirls his tongue over the tip of her cock as he considers the question, fingers moving again. “Swallow.” He mouths it again, more loose and shallow this time. “But only for you.”
There’s more banter to be had. There’s always more banter to be had, but now’s not the time, not with him still at work, not with his fingers pressing in that perfect way against her.
“Alex.” She cries his name, hips bucking automatically, thrusting into his mouth, as she comes hard, her hands moving to his shoulders.
He manages not to choke through sheer willpower alone, as he pulls back, resting his head against her thigh, panting and trying to ignore how battered his lips feel.
“Remind me to be more grateful that next time you give me head, yeah?”
