By Mickey M.
He slips to his knees, wincing as he hits the floor, but
makes no sound. He's been forbidden sound for now. It sends a delicious thrill
through him, thinking about it, because sometimes...sometimes he has to make
noise. And he knows from past
experience that having to keep the noise inside will make it so much the better
when he can let it out again.
JC's fingers tangle in his hair, tilt his head back so his
neck is exposed, arched. So he's vulnerable. Pleasure wars with tension, coils
low in his belly and bleeds out into his skin until he feels tight, hot, like
he's too big for his skin and he's going to bust right through it at any time.
A single finger strokes down the length of his throat, and he swallows
convulsively, the leather around his throat constricting just enough that he
feels it, feels the pressure. He shuts
his eyes at the same time, almost wishing for a blindfold. For darkness to help
him hold himself in the cocoon forming around him.
JC laughs, softly, and strokes around the collar. "Too tight?"
He shakes his head no, remembering just in time not to say
it out loud.
"Good." A soft kiss is pressed to the top of his
head, and then there's warmth, moist warmth traveling over his face, over his
jaw, and it's all he can do not to cry out when the first prickles take his
skin, when JC bites down on the soft, exposed part of his throat. Pain clutches
at him, seeps into him as teeth sink deeper, and he bites his lip in order not
to cry out. Another bite, then another, over and over, ringing the collar he
wears. After each bite, JC sucks hard, pulling warmth up to the surface of his
skin.
He squirms as the sensations blend together inside him,
heat and pain and pleasure, combining into something bigger than any one part.
Another bite higher up, teeth scraping hotly over his skin, and he shivers. JC
laughs again and licks where he bit, then licks his ear. "I want you to
come for me."
Oh. Oh, he can do that. He's sure of it. Another rough
swallow to keep from whimpering, from moaning, because the noise is building
inside him, a whirling vortex of sound needing an escape. He nods carefully and
tilts his head slowly, shuddering when JC breathes against his neck, then bites
down again. Bite. Suck. Bite. Suck. And the pressure builds, higher, hotter,
need swimming in front of him, winding through him. He quivers when JC kneels
down, right in front of him.
"This time," JC murmurs, stroking his face
lightly. He nods, panting softly, and JC takes his mouth in a quick, hard kiss,
teeth scoring his lips, splitting tender flesh. Hot copper flashes across his tongue and then JC kisses him
again, and he can taste copper on both their tongues. Another lick across his
lip, and he bucks his hips forward. "I want to hear you," is
whispered against his mouth just before JC closes his teeth over the spot where
his jugular is throbbing.
Chris shouts and arches forward, heat spreading through
his groin, wetness soaking into his jeans.
~fin~