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Fic: Pour Some Sugar On Me - LotRPS - D/E - NC-17
Title: Pour Some Sugar On Me
Author: DarkRose
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Archiving: Please ask first.
Warning: Un-beta'd for the most part
Author's note: Despite the title, this isn't a songfic.
"Oh, you think you're cute, don't you, Mr. Wood?" I growled.
Elijah giggled, his cobalt eyes sparkling with mischief as he slowly backed away from me. I emerged from the bathroom, hair, face and shoulders coated with the powdered sugar that my blue-eyed imp had seen fit to pour so liberally into the hair dryer. He'd done a damned good job at cleaning up the evidence as well - I didn't suspect a thing when I fired up the little contraption moments after stepping from the shower.
"But it's a great look for you, babe!" Elijah grinned cheekily, still taking slow, backward steps to counter my sauntering advance. "The icing on a very lovely cake, so to speak."
Trailing the tip of my tongue across my lower lip, I savored the sweetness of the melting sugar and watched Elijah with narrowed eyes as he tried to control the spasms of laughter that rocked his narrow form.
"These little pranks of yours are getting outta hand, 'Lij...." I scolded in a low, stern tone.
Elijah cocked his head to the side. Knowing full well that I was teasing him, he gave his shoulders a slow shrug and thrust his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, rocking back on his heels. "Yeah, well. What are you gonna do about it, ya poncy bastard?" This line was delivered with a tongue-in-cheek mocking of my accent, something he'd taken to doing a while back, once he realized that it drove me to absolute distraction. Something about the way he dropped the Brit slang, too, damned hot....
He struck a defiant pose, chin thrust forward, acting like he was all hard, and I suddenly had a vision of him done up in leather in that very stance. My cock twitched to life at the thought and stiffened so fucking fast I thought it'd knock loose the towel wrapped around my waist. Sweet Jesus, the things he does to me....
"'Poncy bastard'?" I repeated, affecting indignation while trying to stifle the giggle that rose in my throat. "Somehow, that seems an awful lot like the whole pot, kettle, black thing, coming from a bent little git like you."
He'd backed away as far as he could, without going around the bed and against the wall. I moved forward so that I was mere inches from him; the slightest nudge from me would have toppled him over onto our bed. Not that it would be a bad thing - I'd get him there soon enough. But one tease deserves another first, methinks.
"What am I going to do about it, you ask?" I said softly, drawing my fingers lightly along his chest and letting them brush down over his belly, coming to rest finally at his fly. "Well, I suppose I could just throw you down and fuck you into the mattress." At that, I cupped my hand over his cock and massaged him firmly, earning a gravely moan from deep in his throat for the effort. His head lolled to the side, lips curling into a provocative sneer as he pushed himself roughly into my palm.
"Yeah, you could do that..." he agreed breathlessly.
Fuck me dead, I love the look that comes over him when he's just becoming aroused. His eyes deepen about a dozen shades to something close to sapphire and his lips blaze red. There's something about the color his lips become that makes me want to really brutalize them, to kiss him so hard that his mouth is bruised.
"Hmm. Could do," I whispered, pressing my lips to his ear and drawing my hand away from him. He groaned his displeasure at this, his gorgeous face screwing up into a frustrated scowl, bottom lip pouting deliciously. "But won't. Wouldn't be much of a punishment to give ya what you want, now would it?"
With my hand on his chest, I gave him a little shove so that he fell sprawled on his back onto the bed. I then turned and made as if to go back to the bathroom, walking very slowly, waiting for the reply I knew would come.
"Fuckin' hell, Dom! You're just gonna tease and leave? You can be a real prick sometimes, ya know that?"
He's so predictable! I bit my lip to keep from grinning like the Cheshire cat and turned back to him.
"I'd love to stay and play, 'Lij," I began calmly, "but someone saw fit to dump half a pound of sugar all over me while I was wet. Now I feel like I'm some sort of candied nut with a hard sugar shell."
Such carefully chosen words weren't lost on my blue-eyed devil.
"You know, I've always had a fondness for those nuts," he quipped without missing a beat. His voice then dropped several octaves to a seductive purr as he raised up onto his elbows, looking at me in a fashion that made me suddenly feel that he was the predator and I the prey. "I like to pop them into my mouth and suck on them until the sugar melts and drips down my throat."
Fuck. He's good. Didn't see that one coming. I must have had that deer-in-the-headlights look, cause he moved in for the kill. He was on his feet and before I knew it, he caught me about the waist. Pressing his tongue flat just below my ear, he lapped at a trail of crystallized sugar that had run down from my temple. Jesus, what a feeling, the moist warmth of his slowly moving, sinuous, feline tongue mixed with the breath floating over my damp skin.... So erotic and delicious.
"Damn you, Elijah...." I sighed as he unwrapped the towel from my hips and let it drop with a soft rustle to the bedroom floor.
He shot me his best, most decadent grin. "Yes, I know. Always foiling the best laid plans."
Chuckling softly to himself, he slipped his arms around me and pressed the length of his fully clothed body against my naked flesh. Every inch of me loved the tactility of it all - the downy softness of the cashmere sweater brushing over my chest, the rough contrast of the denim grating along my aching cock as his hips moved against mine. His head inclined, mouth teasing across one nipple, then the other, working them into tight little knots until they throbbed and had me trembling. God, just the slightest attention from him, and I turn to putty in his hands.
Still grinning, he took my hands in his and drew me back to the bed. "You're just mad that I play you games better than you do. That's something you always forget."
He released my hands as we neared the bed and I nodded, sliding my hands up under his sweater to caress the soft, smooth skin of his chest. "Yeah, that does slip my mind from time to time, love," I said, pulling the shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. "Lucky for me, I have you here to remind me."
Leaning in to him as my fingers flicked open the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down, our mouths met fiercely, and he drew my bottom lip between his, suckling it as the kiss broke.
"Mmm, true," he purred, licking another bit of sugar from my cheek. "Fuck, I wish I'd thought of doing this before. The taste of your skin cut with sugar... it's phenomenal."
The words he said, the way he spoke them, sent a shiver of ecstasy through my body.
"How the fuck is it you always know how to do that?" I breathed against his throat, nipping him gently as my hands slid into the waistband of his jeans.
"Do what, baby?" he asked, his voice trailing off into little more than a low moan of contentment as I rained a dozen soft kisses across his shoulder and molded his ass into my cupped hands. His hand snaked down between us and grasped my cock, giving it several sure but gentle strokes. My hips rocked, matching the rhythm he set.
Lij's jeans slipped down his legs with a soft 'whoosh' and he stepped out of them, nudging them aside with his foot.
"Say or do just the right thing, the right way, to make me feel like I'll fuckin' explode."
His eyes blazed as if they were lit from within, and he pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my hips with his knees. "What can I say," he asked, lips twitching into a wicked grin. "It's a gift."
~ Fin ~
Feed back, good, bad, indifferent is always appreciated.
Author: DarkRose
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Archiving: Please ask first.
Warning: Un-beta'd for the most part
Author's note: Despite the title, this isn't a songfic.
"Oh, you think you're cute, don't you, Mr. Wood?" I growled.
Elijah giggled, his cobalt eyes sparkling with mischief as he slowly backed away from me. I emerged from the bathroom, hair, face and shoulders coated with the powdered sugar that my blue-eyed imp had seen fit to pour so liberally into the hair dryer. He'd done a damned good job at cleaning up the evidence as well - I didn't suspect a thing when I fired up the little contraption moments after stepping from the shower.
"But it's a great look for you, babe!" Elijah grinned cheekily, still taking slow, backward steps to counter my sauntering advance. "The icing on a very lovely cake, so to speak."
Trailing the tip of my tongue across my lower lip, I savored the sweetness of the melting sugar and watched Elijah with narrowed eyes as he tried to control the spasms of laughter that rocked his narrow form.
"These little pranks of yours are getting outta hand, 'Lij...." I scolded in a low, stern tone.
Elijah cocked his head to the side. Knowing full well that I was teasing him, he gave his shoulders a slow shrug and thrust his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, rocking back on his heels. "Yeah, well. What are you gonna do about it, ya poncy bastard?" This line was delivered with a tongue-in-cheek mocking of my accent, something he'd taken to doing a while back, once he realized that it drove me to absolute distraction. Something about the way he dropped the Brit slang, too, damned hot....
He struck a defiant pose, chin thrust forward, acting like he was all hard, and I suddenly had a vision of him done up in leather in that very stance. My cock twitched to life at the thought and stiffened so fucking fast I thought it'd knock loose the towel wrapped around my waist. Sweet Jesus, the things he does to me....
"'Poncy bastard'?" I repeated, affecting indignation while trying to stifle the giggle that rose in my throat. "Somehow, that seems an awful lot like the whole pot, kettle, black thing, coming from a bent little git like you."
He'd backed away as far as he could, without going around the bed and against the wall. I moved forward so that I was mere inches from him; the slightest nudge from me would have toppled him over onto our bed. Not that it would be a bad thing - I'd get him there soon enough. But one tease deserves another first, methinks.
"What am I going to do about it, you ask?" I said softly, drawing my fingers lightly along his chest and letting them brush down over his belly, coming to rest finally at his fly. "Well, I suppose I could just throw you down and fuck you into the mattress." At that, I cupped my hand over his cock and massaged him firmly, earning a gravely moan from deep in his throat for the effort. His head lolled to the side, lips curling into a provocative sneer as he pushed himself roughly into my palm.
"Yeah, you could do that..." he agreed breathlessly.
Fuck me dead, I love the look that comes over him when he's just becoming aroused. His eyes deepen about a dozen shades to something close to sapphire and his lips blaze red. There's something about the color his lips become that makes me want to really brutalize them, to kiss him so hard that his mouth is bruised.
"Hmm. Could do," I whispered, pressing my lips to his ear and drawing my hand away from him. He groaned his displeasure at this, his gorgeous face screwing up into a frustrated scowl, bottom lip pouting deliciously. "But won't. Wouldn't be much of a punishment to give ya what you want, now would it?"
With my hand on his chest, I gave him a little shove so that he fell sprawled on his back onto the bed. I then turned and made as if to go back to the bathroom, walking very slowly, waiting for the reply I knew would come.
"Fuckin' hell, Dom! You're just gonna tease and leave? You can be a real prick sometimes, ya know that?"
He's so predictable! I bit my lip to keep from grinning like the Cheshire cat and turned back to him.
"I'd love to stay and play, 'Lij," I began calmly, "but someone saw fit to dump half a pound of sugar all over me while I was wet. Now I feel like I'm some sort of candied nut with a hard sugar shell."
Such carefully chosen words weren't lost on my blue-eyed devil.
"You know, I've always had a fondness for those nuts," he quipped without missing a beat. His voice then dropped several octaves to a seductive purr as he raised up onto his elbows, looking at me in a fashion that made me suddenly feel that he was the predator and I the prey. "I like to pop them into my mouth and suck on them until the sugar melts and drips down my throat."
Fuck. He's good. Didn't see that one coming. I must have had that deer-in-the-headlights look, cause he moved in for the kill. He was on his feet and before I knew it, he caught me about the waist. Pressing his tongue flat just below my ear, he lapped at a trail of crystallized sugar that had run down from my temple. Jesus, what a feeling, the moist warmth of his slowly moving, sinuous, feline tongue mixed with the breath floating over my damp skin.... So erotic and delicious.
"Damn you, Elijah...." I sighed as he unwrapped the towel from my hips and let it drop with a soft rustle to the bedroom floor.
He shot me his best, most decadent grin. "Yes, I know. Always foiling the best laid plans."
Chuckling softly to himself, he slipped his arms around me and pressed the length of his fully clothed body against my naked flesh. Every inch of me loved the tactility of it all - the downy softness of the cashmere sweater brushing over my chest, the rough contrast of the denim grating along my aching cock as his hips moved against mine. His head inclined, mouth teasing across one nipple, then the other, working them into tight little knots until they throbbed and had me trembling. God, just the slightest attention from him, and I turn to putty in his hands.
Still grinning, he took my hands in his and drew me back to the bed. "You're just mad that I play you games better than you do. That's something you always forget."
He released my hands as we neared the bed and I nodded, sliding my hands up under his sweater to caress the soft, smooth skin of his chest. "Yeah, that does slip my mind from time to time, love," I said, pulling the shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. "Lucky for me, I have you here to remind me."
Leaning in to him as my fingers flicked open the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down, our mouths met fiercely, and he drew my bottom lip between his, suckling it as the kiss broke.
"Mmm, true," he purred, licking another bit of sugar from my cheek. "Fuck, I wish I'd thought of doing this before. The taste of your skin cut with sugar... it's phenomenal."
The words he said, the way he spoke them, sent a shiver of ecstasy through my body.
"How the fuck is it you always know how to do that?" I breathed against his throat, nipping him gently as my hands slid into the waistband of his jeans.
"Do what, baby?" he asked, his voice trailing off into little more than a low moan of contentment as I rained a dozen soft kisses across his shoulder and molded his ass into my cupped hands. His hand snaked down between us and grasped my cock, giving it several sure but gentle strokes. My hips rocked, matching the rhythm he set.
Lij's jeans slipped down his legs with a soft 'whoosh' and he stepped out of them, nudging them aside with his foot.
"Say or do just the right thing, the right way, to make me feel like I'll fuckin' explode."
His eyes blazed as if they were lit from within, and he pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my hips with his knees. "What can I say," he asked, lips twitching into a wicked grin. "It's a gift."
~ Fin ~
Feed back, good, bad, indifferent is always appreciated.
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