ato-the-bean:

More of my porny pbb piece.

“Fuck,” Zach mumbles, setting the glass back down.  “You look so fucking good.  Jesus, Chris.  How am I supposed to hold back when you look like this?”  And he drops to his knees again and starts tonguing Chris’ nipples, warming the metal and making them swell against the clamps.  And god, it’s exquisite.  Chris pushes his legs apart more so he can lean closer to Zach, who hums and slips a hand around Chris’ cock.  

The next several minutes are agonizing.  Zach works him up, stroking his cock slowly and sucking on his nipples until Chris is making sounds with every breath: moans and pants and little pleading versions of Zach’s name.  And then Zach takes the chain between his teeth and tugs, making Chris arch a cry out until Zach soothes his nipples with a tongue and soft lips and the whole pattern starts again.  By the time they’ve gone through several cycles, Chris is dizzy from it, panting and swaying and having no idea what he needs, just that he needs more of it.  Vaguely, he hears clothing being pushed off and shoved across the floor, a reminder that they aren’t alone.  He wonders absently if he looks as wrecked as he feels.

Finally Zach pulls back, releasing Chris’ nipple with a smack.   He stands and adjusts his cock in his pants, and Chris abruptly knows exactly what he needs.  He doesn’t say anything.  He just looks up at Zach, panting and hoping his ass is somehow going to be involved in whatever Zach wants next.  He’s not disappointed.

Zach runs his finger along the chain one last time, and then reaches around Chris’ back to unfasten the carabiner linking his wrists.

“On your hands and knees, baby.”

ato-the-bean:

In a fit of inspiration and work avoidance, I’ve written nearly 3k words in the last few days.  I know, CRAZY.  So you get a snippet on a non-snippet day.  This is again from the new thing from the Jumping in the Middle ‘verse (a.k.a. Assumptions/Revelations) that I’ve been posting the last week.  (It’s actually my Pinto Big Bang entry, shhhhh it’s a secret).

He moves sideways through a doorway, holding the drinks over his head so he can slip between two conversations, when a woman in a red wrap dress that leaves little to the imagination squeals his name.  “It’s Sylvia!” she adds, pointing at her cleavage as Chris finally makes the connection.

“Of course,” he says, leaning down to give her the customary Hollywood kiss on the cheek.  “Good to see you.”  They are exchanging pleasantries and news, and Chris is trying hard to keep his gaze above her chin despite so many visual cues drawing it lower, when he is startled by the buzz of vibration deep in his ass.  It spikes and then gradually slows to a low thrum that toys with his arousal.  He turns just in time to see Zach across the room pulling his hand out of his jacket pocket, where the remote is currently resting on… the second setting, if Chris had to guess.  Zach’s back is to him, but his head is turned just enough that Chris can see that his cheek is raised in an obvious smirk.  Bastard.  He’s having far too much fun with this.

“Excuse me,” he says when she finally draws a breath, “I need to get this drink to my boyfriend before all the ice melts.”  And before you think this hard-on is for you.  “Good luck with the Vampire Diaries thing, though.”

Her face falls a bit, but she rallies a smile as she waves “bye” and shifts to the next person.  Chris turns to make his way across the room, but stops in his tracks a moment later.  Because Zach is in the middle of what looks to be a friendly, somewhat intense conversation with Ian.  And to his knowledge, the only thing those two have in common is that they’ve both fucked Chris.