Smut/Kink – Nicht Anfassen (Für's Team)
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120_minutenTitel: Don’t Touch
Team: Machine
Challenge: Smut/Kink – Nicht Anfassen (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Steve Murphy, Javier Peña, Horacio Carrillo
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 500
Kommentar: Endlich mal halbwegs vernünftigen Smut zur Smut/Kink-Tabelle.
He hadn’t expected it to be this good.
Don’t Touch
„Fuck!“ Steve moaned as Javi began to move his mouth in earnest. He tightened his grip in his dark hair, but that only seemed to spur him on even more. Desperately he tried to hold on to his self-control. He didn’t want this to be over yet.
He hadn’t expected it to be this good. It wasn’t like he had no experience, he’d been to college, too, although the last time had been quite a while ago, and he had never gone very far. But maybe it was because of Javi’s skills, or maybe just because it was Javi, but he could feel himself unravel much quicker than he had thought.
“Javi, you need to slow down”, he panted, but he just laughed.
Or maybe it was the weight of another pair of eyes watching him from the corner that made this experience so different. Steve turned his head on the mattress to glance over to where the Colonel sat in a chair, still smoking a cigarette. The light in the room was dim, but even so he could tell that the man was hard just from watching them. His face betrayed nothing though, except for the way he was running his tongue over his lips. His eyes looked even darker with only the light of a single lamp reflected in them.
For the past few minutes Steve had tried to pretend he wasn’t there, but now that he was looking, it was like he couldn’t turn away. He had never been watched like that, with such hunger, wrapped in such restraint. Carrillo wouldn’t come over here, that was part of the deal. He wouldn’t touch either of them. He would only watch while Javi was doing unspeakable things to him. (Although Steve had no doubt that Carrillo would be on the latter as soon as he left the room.)
It had felt like a safety measure when they had hashed out the details, but now Steve was almost disappointed. He imagined walking over there and unzipping the other man’s pants, sinking down onto his knees and taking him into his mouth. He wondered if he could break that restraint until Carillo would twist his fingers in his hair and pull, hard.
He held his gaze until he came, until that wave washed over him and pulled him under.
He came back to when Javi started cleaning him up. “Still alive, Murphy?” he asked and his eyes sparkled with humor.
“Yeah”, he croaked out. He sat up and tried to get his bearings when a shirt hit him in the face.
“Time to go, gringo.” The colonel looked impatient, like he couldn’t wait to be alone with his lover.
Javi led him to the door. “Was this alright?” he asked in a low voice while Steve pulled on his shoes.
“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his hair to restore some semblance of order. “Yeah, it was great.”
When he glanced past Javi to Carrillo, who was just putting out his cigarette, Javi grinned. “Maybe next time.”
“I’d like that”, he admitted before he slipped out the door.
Team: Machine
Challenge: Smut/Kink – Nicht Anfassen (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Steve Murphy, Javier Peña, Horacio Carrillo
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 500
Kommentar: Endlich mal halbwegs vernünftigen Smut zur Smut/Kink-Tabelle.
He hadn’t expected it to be this good.
Don’t Touch
„Fuck!“ Steve moaned as Javi began to move his mouth in earnest. He tightened his grip in his dark hair, but that only seemed to spur him on even more. Desperately he tried to hold on to his self-control. He didn’t want this to be over yet.
He hadn’t expected it to be this good. It wasn’t like he had no experience, he’d been to college, too, although the last time had been quite a while ago, and he had never gone very far. But maybe it was because of Javi’s skills, or maybe just because it was Javi, but he could feel himself unravel much quicker than he had thought.
“Javi, you need to slow down”, he panted, but he just laughed.
Or maybe it was the weight of another pair of eyes watching him from the corner that made this experience so different. Steve turned his head on the mattress to glance over to where the Colonel sat in a chair, still smoking a cigarette. The light in the room was dim, but even so he could tell that the man was hard just from watching them. His face betrayed nothing though, except for the way he was running his tongue over his lips. His eyes looked even darker with only the light of a single lamp reflected in them.
For the past few minutes Steve had tried to pretend he wasn’t there, but now that he was looking, it was like he couldn’t turn away. He had never been watched like that, with such hunger, wrapped in such restraint. Carrillo wouldn’t come over here, that was part of the deal. He wouldn’t touch either of them. He would only watch while Javi was doing unspeakable things to him. (Although Steve had no doubt that Carrillo would be on the latter as soon as he left the room.)
It had felt like a safety measure when they had hashed out the details, but now Steve was almost disappointed. He imagined walking over there and unzipping the other man’s pants, sinking down onto his knees and taking him into his mouth. He wondered if he could break that restraint until Carillo would twist his fingers in his hair and pull, hard.
He held his gaze until he came, until that wave washed over him and pulled him under.
He came back to when Javi started cleaning him up. “Still alive, Murphy?” he asked and his eyes sparkled with humor.
“Yeah”, he croaked out. He sat up and tried to get his bearings when a shirt hit him in the face.
“Time to go, gringo.” The colonel looked impatient, like he couldn’t wait to be alone with his lover.
Javi led him to the door. “Was this alright?” he asked in a low voice while Steve pulled on his shoes.
“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his hair to restore some semblance of order. “Yeah, it was great.”
When he glanced past Javi to Carrillo, who was just putting out his cigarette, Javi grinned. “Maybe next time.”
“I’d like that”, he admitted before he slipped out the door.
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Date: 2023-10-03 09:31 pm (UTC)Also, ja, bitte, nächstes mal, so viele Optionen. =D
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Date: 2023-10-04 07:25 pm (UTC)Gott, worauf hab ich mich da wieder eingelassen...