Opposable; Giles/Ethan smut
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sparklebutchTitle: Opposable
Characters: Giles/Ethan, BtVS
Notes: Fingerfic
Thumb pushing against the seam of his trousers, caressing a line there, pausing to taunt and press exactly where it drives him insane. Ethan wriggles and tries to appear dignified, or at least mildly comfortable standing in the queue. Ripper stands there with a bland expression on his face, managing to look unconnected to it all. Bastard.
Later at home, thumb pushing against the back of his underwear and he slides right out of the pair and falls to bed. Ripper climbs in after him, on top of him, breath hot on the back of his neck and then bites him, gently closing his teeth around the protruding bone just under Ethan's hairline. Ethan growls and bucks and Ripper's still dressed.
A wet sucking sound behind and then that teasing thumb again, now wet with Ripper's spit, pushing its way between, pushing flesh aside and then pressing against his opening, rubbing and tapping the muscle...
And staying there.
"Am I to beg?"
"Couldn't hurt," Ripper sounds like he's grinning.
"Pity," Ethan says, low and suggestive and pushing his ass backwards. Ripper obliges - how very kind - and Ethan groans deep in his throat, rocking against the bed. Back and forth, back and forth, ancient rhythms and pleasant sensations, and Ripper catches both his wrists over his head with one hand.
Ethan could free his hands, if he wanted to, but where's the fun in that?
Ripper's thumb is all the way in, friction and pressure, and on occasion a random little spark of something more which makes Ethan's breath catch in his throat. And the too-soft sheets under him.
"Is that all I get?" Ethan says, or grunts really, when the humping becomes more and more frantic and no forthcoming cock is making an appearance. Ripper isn't directly on him and still has all his clothes on. Ethan's head thrashes from side to side and his back arches.
"Yes," Ripper says, very simply, and presses in more firmly.
"Not... fair," Ethan's panting just to make a point, but the single digit inside him is just about enough, and the catch and tug of fabric under his cock does make a difference, and he mouths the edge of the pillow and spends a few more minutes in blissful abandon while Ripper bites the back of his neck some more, and eventually it's just enough to push him over the edge and into a very happy, very vocal orgasm.
That ends in a wet spot under him.
And Ripper's still dressed.
Ethan flips on his back and stretches languidly, and licks his lips in the most suggestive manner he can muster and says, "What do we do now?"
Ripper shakes his head and already starts to leave the room. "I've council business to attend to," he calls from the bathroom, and there's running water and when he comes back he's towelling off his hands. "Ten new slayers, not a moment's rest for us wicked..."
He smiles and heads for the door and Ethan stays in bed, too serene to mind.
"Take care of the sheets, will you," Ripper calls while putting on his jacket. He returns to the room for the briefcase and the axe he forgot on the dresser. "And when I come home tonight," he adds, a glimmer of something truly wicked in his eye, "I'll let you take care of me."
Characters: Giles/Ethan, BtVS
Notes: Fingerfic
Thumb pushing against the seam of his trousers, caressing a line there, pausing to taunt and press exactly where it drives him insane. Ethan wriggles and tries to appear dignified, or at least mildly comfortable standing in the queue. Ripper stands there with a bland expression on his face, managing to look unconnected to it all. Bastard.
Later at home, thumb pushing against the back of his underwear and he slides right out of the pair and falls to bed. Ripper climbs in after him, on top of him, breath hot on the back of his neck and then bites him, gently closing his teeth around the protruding bone just under Ethan's hairline. Ethan growls and bucks and Ripper's still dressed.
A wet sucking sound behind and then that teasing thumb again, now wet with Ripper's spit, pushing its way between, pushing flesh aside and then pressing against his opening, rubbing and tapping the muscle...
And staying there.
"Am I to beg?"
"Couldn't hurt," Ripper sounds like he's grinning.
"Pity," Ethan says, low and suggestive and pushing his ass backwards. Ripper obliges - how very kind - and Ethan groans deep in his throat, rocking against the bed. Back and forth, back and forth, ancient rhythms and pleasant sensations, and Ripper catches both his wrists over his head with one hand.
Ethan could free his hands, if he wanted to, but where's the fun in that?
Ripper's thumb is all the way in, friction and pressure, and on occasion a random little spark of something more which makes Ethan's breath catch in his throat. And the too-soft sheets under him.
"Is that all I get?" Ethan says, or grunts really, when the humping becomes more and more frantic and no forthcoming cock is making an appearance. Ripper isn't directly on him and still has all his clothes on. Ethan's head thrashes from side to side and his back arches.
"Yes," Ripper says, very simply, and presses in more firmly.
"Not... fair," Ethan's panting just to make a point, but the single digit inside him is just about enough, and the catch and tug of fabric under his cock does make a difference, and he mouths the edge of the pillow and spends a few more minutes in blissful abandon while Ripper bites the back of his neck some more, and eventually it's just enough to push him over the edge and into a very happy, very vocal orgasm.
That ends in a wet spot under him.
And Ripper's still dressed.
Ethan flips on his back and stretches languidly, and licks his lips in the most suggestive manner he can muster and says, "What do we do now?"
Ripper shakes his head and already starts to leave the room. "I've council business to attend to," he calls from the bathroom, and there's running water and when he comes back he's towelling off his hands. "Ten new slayers, not a moment's rest for us wicked..."
He smiles and heads for the door and Ethan stays in bed, too serene to mind.
"Take care of the sheets, will you," Ripper calls while putting on his jacket. He returns to the room for the briefcase and the axe he forgot on the dresser. "And when I come home tonight," he adds, a glimmer of something truly wicked in his eye, "I'll let you take care of me."
