pwp snippet
Mar. 16th, 2006 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Image, Moment, Pornlet
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Angel/Wesley
Summary: old style pwp, formed in chat, much thanks Cinder
One thing W&H did give Angel is a big office. With a big desk. He's sitting at this desk, with Wesley naked in his lap, arching, riding his cock.
It's good. It's all good.
Wesley's fucking himself on Angel's cock, holding onto his shoulders, back to the desk and the door. Muscles gleaming on him - he's grown a lot, got some more bulk, but he's still a thin boy compared to Angel. The curve of his waist is tempting. Angel holds onto the handles of the chair, staying as still as possible aside from arching up into that fine ass, hot around his shaft. And when Wes kisses him, he kisses back, but otherwise he lets Wes control the pace, control the deal. Fuck.
Wesley thinks it could all be a dream. This spacious office, the leather chair, and of course, Angel under him, submitting, moaning. But it doesn't feel like a dream. It's all too real. The burn and stretch of the hard cock in his ass, Angel's smooth skin under his sweaty palms. His lips, wet and waiting, whenever Wesley bends - wiggles - groans at the angle and then kisses his boss.
The building is empty; it's night. Which doesn't mean much, for this company, but most night employees aren't on tonight. Some nocturnals are still working in the lower levels, but this floor is empty. Even the cleaning creatures have gone home. Wesley isn't hesitant to express his need, his passion. He's not quite loud, never been too verbal, but he arches back and moans, and it echoes in the large space. Angel stares at his chest, almost physical hunger to sink his teeth, human and small and dull, into pert nipples. Instead he bites on his own lips, trying to control himself. To let this last. He doesn't want Wes to move away from his lap, for as long as he can possibly take it.
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Angel/Wesley
Summary: old style pwp, formed in chat, much thanks Cinder
One thing W&H did give Angel is a big office. With a big desk. He's sitting at this desk, with Wesley naked in his lap, arching, riding his cock.
It's good. It's all good.
Wesley's fucking himself on Angel's cock, holding onto his shoulders, back to the desk and the door. Muscles gleaming on him - he's grown a lot, got some more bulk, but he's still a thin boy compared to Angel. The curve of his waist is tempting. Angel holds onto the handles of the chair, staying as still as possible aside from arching up into that fine ass, hot around his shaft. And when Wes kisses him, he kisses back, but otherwise he lets Wes control the pace, control the deal. Fuck.
Wesley thinks it could all be a dream. This spacious office, the leather chair, and of course, Angel under him, submitting, moaning. But it doesn't feel like a dream. It's all too real. The burn and stretch of the hard cock in his ass, Angel's smooth skin under his sweaty palms. His lips, wet and waiting, whenever Wesley bends - wiggles - groans at the angle and then kisses his boss.
The building is empty; it's night. Which doesn't mean much, for this company, but most night employees aren't on tonight. Some nocturnals are still working in the lower levels, but this floor is empty. Even the cleaning creatures have gone home. Wesley isn't hesitant to express his need, his passion. He's not quite loud, never been too verbal, but he arches back and moans, and it echoes in the large space. Angel stares at his chest, almost physical hunger to sink his teeth, human and small and dull, into pert nipples. Instead he bites on his own lips, trying to control himself. To let this last. He doesn't want Wes to move away from his lap, for as long as he can possibly take it.
