athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,
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fanfic: Release

Well, since filth seems to be the order of the day on Denial, let's get things started, shall we? This fic is entirely Fred and Luka's fault. They made me do it. (For 'made' read Fred poked me to break Connor, and I said 'oh, all right then'.) Also, it was supposed to be a drabble. It failed.

Title: Release
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Connor/Stephen  
Rating: 18
Warnings/enticements: bondage, orgasm denial,  
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 300
Summary: Merely pleasuring his master wasn’t enough: he had to make it good.    

   

         Stephen’s cock filled his mouth, and Connor tried his best to suck and lick and draw out the sensations as much as possible. He so desperately wanted to earn his release, and merely pleasuring his master wasn’t enough: he had to make it good.

While Stephen sprawled decadently on the couch, his legs open, Connor was forced to kneel on the floor, his hand tied behind his back. Stephen shifted, and Connor had to lean further forward to gain better access. Even that small movement was torment as the chastity belt pressed into his flesh, reminding him (as if he could forget) of his unattainable need to come. The constant rub of the butt plug at his prostate made him want to gasp and whimper and beg, but Stephen’s cock was more effective than any gag that his master had ever used on him.

Without warning he felt Stephen begin to shudder. Connor sucked harder, teasing with his tongue and trying not to overbalance and ruin the moment. Abruptly Stephen came, and Connor swallowed and swallowed, trying to catch every last drop. Stephen pulled out too soon, and Connor felt a dribble leak out of his mouth and run down his chin. He ducked his head and sat back on his heels, closing his eyes against the rub of the plug again.

Stephen’s finger gently tucked under his chin and tugged his head up.

“Look at me,” Stephen ordered.  

Connor opened his eyes and looked directly at his master.

“You’ve been a good boy, but you missed a bit,” Stephen said gently, wiping away the dribble with his other hand. “You know what this means, don’t you?”  

Connor nodded, and resigned himself to another hour in frustrated chastity.

 

Tags: connor temple, connor/stephen, fanfic, slash, stephen hart
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