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elrhiarhodanTitle: Bound
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 014 - Rope
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Neal becomes quiescent when he’s tied up. Peter wants to make sure he gets everything he wants.
For my dear friendsonia6349, who likes when the boys rub up against each other.
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Peter tied the last knot and stepped back, admiring his handiwork. The elementary shibari pattern that crossed Neal’s body, bisecting his torso, binding his arms, was his finest effort yet. Neal looked at him, the gentle smile a direct contrast to the blaze of desire in his eyes.
He loved how pliant, how quiescent Neal got in the ropes, such a lovely contrast to his otherwise challenging and effervescent personality. “Are you okay?”
Neal slowly blinked, his smile deepening, but he said nothing.
“Good.” Peter ran his fingers across Neal’s bound flesh. The ropes were just the right tension, and when he removed them, they were going to leave lovely red lines all over his lover’s body.
“What would you like next, Neal?” This was always a very strange type of play between them. Neal let himself be bound, he reveled in his submission to Peter, but Peter also submitted, in a way, to Neal. He wanted to give Neal everything he wanted, he needed, only taking what Neal was willing to give.
Neal canted his hips towards Peter, his tumescent, unbound cock dripping with precome.
Peter knew just what Neal wanted. He slicked up his belly with lube and got Neal in the right position on his back, thighs spread, and he hovered on top of him.
As he captured Neal’s lips and they started kissing, Neal began to lever his hips back and forth, frotting his cock against Peter’s belly. The sensation was indescribable - like hot, wet velvet. Peter jumped, just a little ticklish, as the head of Neal’s cock poked into his navel.
Neal’s act of self-pleasure set up a feedback loop of desire, and Peter slid down Neal’s body. Their cocks rubbing together, pubes tangling, triggered the most perfect orgasm, hot and long and sweet.
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 014 - Rope
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Neal becomes quiescent when he’s tied up. Peter wants to make sure he gets everything he wants.
For my dear friend
sonia6349, who likes when the boys rub up against each other.Peter tied the last knot and stepped back, admiring his handiwork. The elementary shibari pattern that crossed Neal’s body, bisecting his torso, binding his arms, was his finest effort yet. Neal looked at him, the gentle smile a direct contrast to the blaze of desire in his eyes.
He loved how pliant, how quiescent Neal got in the ropes, such a lovely contrast to his otherwise challenging and effervescent personality. “Are you okay?”
Neal slowly blinked, his smile deepening, but he said nothing.
“Good.” Peter ran his fingers across Neal’s bound flesh. The ropes were just the right tension, and when he removed them, they were going to leave lovely red lines all over his lover’s body.
“What would you like next, Neal?” This was always a very strange type of play between them. Neal let himself be bound, he reveled in his submission to Peter, but Peter also submitted, in a way, to Neal. He wanted to give Neal everything he wanted, he needed, only taking what Neal was willing to give.
Neal canted his hips towards Peter, his tumescent, unbound cock dripping with precome.
Peter knew just what Neal wanted. He slicked up his belly with lube and got Neal in the right position on his back, thighs spread, and he hovered on top of him.
As he captured Neal’s lips and they started kissing, Neal began to lever his hips back and forth, frotting his cock against Peter’s belly. The sensation was indescribable - like hot, wet velvet. Peter jumped, just a little ticklish, as the head of Neal’s cock poked into his navel.
Neal’s act of self-pleasure set up a feedback loop of desire, and Peter slid down Neal’s body. Their cocks rubbing together, pubes tangling, triggered the most perfect orgasm, hot and long and sweet.
