Rock-A-By; *adult*, Giles/Ethan
Jan. 19th, 2008 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Rock-A-By
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Note: adult content.
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The sling rocks, a squeaking noise coming from the metal hooks on which it hangs from the ceiling. Ethan's grasp on the leather loops tightens, and he groans.
Several men look on as he's being fucked, and Ethan resists the urge to smile and wave at them. His lover, concentrated and holding onto the harness on his hips, barely agreed to come to the club tonight; Ethan doesn't want to risk it. The sling is too much fun, his weight supported on leather and his legs up in the air. Like floating, while having a cock up your arse. Doesn't really get better than that. At least not without magic, or drugs, or both.
Ripper pounds into him, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. He controls the pace, the rocking, taking Ethan deep with each thrust; Ethan can't even strain for more. Only beg, but he'd rather save the talking to a time when they're alone, intimate in their bedroom. He keeps quiet, biting his lips so that only moans escape, and holds on.
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Later that night he's half-dressed and Ripper's at the bar, gulping cold water. Ethan watches his lover's throat working. Ripper puts the plastic bottle down on the polished mahogany, and waits for Ethan to speak his mind.
"See?" Ethan says, a continuation of a conversation they had nearly two days before. "I told you it would be easier on your back."
A slow smile begins in Ripper's eyes, though it doesn't quite reach his mouth. "I'll see about having one installed at home," is all he says.
~
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Note: adult content.
~
The sling rocks, a squeaking noise coming from the metal hooks on which it hangs from the ceiling. Ethan's grasp on the leather loops tightens, and he groans.
Several men look on as he's being fucked, and Ethan resists the urge to smile and wave at them. His lover, concentrated and holding onto the harness on his hips, barely agreed to come to the club tonight; Ethan doesn't want to risk it. The sling is too much fun, his weight supported on leather and his legs up in the air. Like floating, while having a cock up your arse. Doesn't really get better than that. At least not without magic, or drugs, or both.
Ripper pounds into him, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. He controls the pace, the rocking, taking Ethan deep with each thrust; Ethan can't even strain for more. Only beg, but he'd rather save the talking to a time when they're alone, intimate in their bedroom. He keeps quiet, biting his lips so that only moans escape, and holds on.
~
Later that night he's half-dressed and Ripper's at the bar, gulping cold water. Ethan watches his lover's throat working. Ripper puts the plastic bottle down on the polished mahogany, and waits for Ethan to speak his mind.
"See?" Ethan says, a continuation of a conversation they had nearly two days before. "I told you it would be easier on your back."
A slow smile begins in Ripper's eyes, though it doesn't quite reach his mouth. "I'll see about having one installed at home," is all he says.
~
