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scripted_sra) wrote2009-05-14 11:26 pm
scripted_sra) wrote2009-05-14 11:26 pm
Fake News (FPF) | Conservation | NC-17 | Jon/"Stephen"
Title: Conservation
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Content: Shower sex.
Summary: Porn (and an imaginary liberal agenda).
Word Count: 307
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally written for the kink meme. Feel free to ignore my obsessive need to archive everything.
The tile against his back was cool, a pleasant contrast to the hot water pulsating down on his right shoulder, both sensations adding dangerously to the mix of pleasurable, hazy feelings he was currently experiencing.
Jon groaned, gripping Stephen’s hair tightly as the man worked him with his mouth—fuck, but he was talented—taking him all the way in, swallowing around him, sending the vibrations of his groans through his cock. “Good,” he panted, trying to grip onto something in order to steady himself, but finding nothing. Everything in the shower was wet and slick and warm, himself included.
He met Stephen’s eyes briefly, seeing reflected in them a mix of heat and satisfaction; unsurprising, Jon thought vaguely, as Stephen had always loved working him up like this. A sudden humming sensation jerked Jon out of his thoughts, and he was losing himself to the pleasure, hips jerking of their own volition. Once it became apparent that Stephen didn’t mind, he started thrusting slightly, fucking that incredible mouth, muffling his groans with his fist.
“Fuck, yes, that’s perfect,” he choked out, their gazes meeting and locking this time, and his grip in Stephen’s hair tightened in warning. He felt Stephen’s hand come up to his balls, toying, teasing, and then there was a finger pressed inside of him and he cried out, unable to hold back, orgasm charging through him as he came.
“Oh, God,” he panted, as Stephen swallowed and wiped his mouth before standing. He chuckled breathlessly, leaning heavily against the tile and draping an arm around Stephen, holding him close. “I don’t think we ever conserve any water when we shower together,” he said, and Stephen gave him a cross look.
“Liberals,” he muttered, but it was offset by the way he nuzzled Jon’s neck. “Even shower sex has to have an agenda.”
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Content: Shower sex.
Summary: Porn (and an imaginary liberal agenda).
Word Count: 307
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally written for the kink meme. Feel free to ignore my obsessive need to archive everything.
The tile against his back was cool, a pleasant contrast to the hot water pulsating down on his right shoulder, both sensations adding dangerously to the mix of pleasurable, hazy feelings he was currently experiencing.
Jon groaned, gripping Stephen’s hair tightly as the man worked him with his mouth—fuck, but he was talented—taking him all the way in, swallowing around him, sending the vibrations of his groans through his cock. “Good,” he panted, trying to grip onto something in order to steady himself, but finding nothing. Everything in the shower was wet and slick and warm, himself included.
He met Stephen’s eyes briefly, seeing reflected in them a mix of heat and satisfaction; unsurprising, Jon thought vaguely, as Stephen had always loved working him up like this. A sudden humming sensation jerked Jon out of his thoughts, and he was losing himself to the pleasure, hips jerking of their own volition. Once it became apparent that Stephen didn’t mind, he started thrusting slightly, fucking that incredible mouth, muffling his groans with his fist.
“Fuck, yes, that’s perfect,” he choked out, their gazes meeting and locking this time, and his grip in Stephen’s hair tightened in warning. He felt Stephen’s hand come up to his balls, toying, teasing, and then there was a finger pressed inside of him and he cried out, unable to hold back, orgasm charging through him as he came.
“Oh, God,” he panted, as Stephen swallowed and wiped his mouth before standing. He chuckled breathlessly, leaning heavily against the tile and draping an arm around Stephen, holding him close. “I don’t think we ever conserve any water when we shower together,” he said, and Stephen gave him a cross look.
“Liberals,” he muttered, but it was offset by the way he nuzzled Jon’s neck. “Even shower sex has to have an agenda.”