Elijah!Het
"I think het!pron happens to us ALL at some point - who are we kidding when we say we really only want to see the boys with each other - there's a bit of Mary Sue in each and every one of us and it's to be embraced!!"
Listen to the these wise words of feel_me_tremble and remember what I've told you two weeks ago about me writing Elijah!Het-pr0n. Well... *embraces her Mary Sue*
Title: Mine
Pairing: Elijah Wood/you (...yes, you read correctly; I mean you)
Rating: NC 17
Summary: It's PWP. This is answering your question, isn't it? *evil grin*
Disclaimer: This is all lies. I don't own or know Elijah Wood or you and I don't make a single penny from this.
A/N: This was originally written on IM to get my dear aranel80 all hot and bothered. 1.000.000 thank you-s to her who beta'd this and in her eternal patience got through this together with me and in the end even convinced me to post it. This wouldn't be here without her!
♥ For germansoulmate ♥
“Please… ”
His huge blue eyes are even wider than usual; they’re silently screaming, but the only sound he makes is a weak whisper:
“Please…!”
But you continue standing there, two paces away from the bed and his inviting form. A light breeze enters the room through the window and teases his cock that’s as hard as a rock already. He arches his back, moaning, and you watch as the cuffs dig painfully into his wrist as he tries to reach down to give himself at least some friction.
You chuckle on his lost tries and finally can’t resist anymore. He’s so exposed and helpless in front of you and who wouldn’t want to suck his soul out?
He’s trying to free himself from the cuffs, as if it wouldn’t be a lost cause anyway, but you still his hands with your own and bend down for a hungry kiss. He’s almost sucking your tongue in, his need sensible in every of his desperate movements. He wraps his legs around your hips, trying to pull you down - but you back away immediately, what causes a moan of protest from his beautiful, pouty lips.
“Trying to cheat, aren’t you, Elijah?”
You sit down next to him and he turns onto his side. Your hand strokes down his spine and you feel the shiver running through his body as you put this certain accent on his full name that you know drives him crazy. Your fingers come to rest on his hipbone, teasingly near to his cock. You move your fingertips through his pubic hair, past his cock around to his ass.
“No cheating allowed tonight, baby”, you whisper and then, without a warning, you’re spanking his ass. You can watch his skin becoming first red and then gradually turning to a dark shade of violet - a brutal, but beautiful contrast on his marble-like skin.
He’s moaning and writhing under you, begging you to go on; but you just huff a soft laugh into his ear, letting him feel your hot breath, hearing his breathing hitch...
You lick your way down his throat, teasing his nipples with your tongue, feeling, almost tasting them hardening under your touch. Your tongue leaves a wet trail down his rips to his stomach as you place soft kisses all over his chest and belly.
His muscles are tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing... you can tell because you feel them against your dry lips. The rhythm of the tensing of his muscles becomes the same as the rhythm of your heartbeat as you brush your hand through the hair right above his cock that is as hard as a rock, standing straight out. Your fingertips are hovering over it, and he bucks his hips up, trying to get any friction, a whimper escaping his swollen lips.
But you move your hand away quickly and let only your fingertips drop and slid down his cock lightly. Another moan fills the room; begging, needing, angry and desperate at the same time and you love to hear the noises he makes... they're so unbelievably arousing.
But you won't put mercy on him, since teasing can't - mustn't be over now. He hasn’t suffered enough yet.
Your mouth now comes to rest right over his belly-button, puffing light breathes of hot air into it. His body shivers under yours and holy shit how much you would like to be taken by him right now! But he's going to take control later on - is going to make you die from the heavy shock of two orgasms coming together, adding themselves up - for now, he is your captive and you are the master in this game.
You lift your head for a second, needing to see his eyes - those beautiful, blue eyes - and what you see almost makes you get an orgasm right away: His face is flushed, his mouth slightly open and so fucking inviting in order to get enough air and his eyes are covered by heavy lids. His whole mien only screams one thing: "Lemme fuck you, please, fucking holy mother of god, let me fuck you!“
You look down again fast, being afraid of ending it too soon - so instead of looking at him any longer, you dip your tongue into his navel and give it a long lick. Then you rapidly bend your head down and just start kissing, sucking, biting on it as it would be everything your life depends on. Your teeth certainly leave some red marks, but your tongue is always there to clean up the mess they had caused.
He's now shuddering beneath you, loosing the least bit of control, crying out your name in both pain and lust, trying to reach down to make you fucking STOP right now and allow him to feel you!
But the handcuffs held him back and they do a fabulous job, dragging another moan out of his throat and leaving him completely exposed and fucking helpless. He's under your mercy, and you enjoy feeling his body trembling under yours so much and isn't it a freaking torture for you yourself to feel his cock trapped between your bodies?
You press closer to him and groan deeply against his ear, giving his cock a little bit of friction, a only-teasing-little bit. You cover his entire body with yours and kiss him, biting his gorgeous bottom lip and stretching it before you let go and lick it teasingly a few times. You know that you only have to push it a tiny bit further and he will roll his eyes at you for being such a crazy tease.
Instead, his lifts them to the ceiling, probably in order to hide tears of frustration. You put his face into your hands and stroke his cheeks gently with your thumbs, forcing him to look at you again. Then you press your lips together again and this time, you open your mouth, feeling almost immediately his wet-hot tongue storming your mouth and trying desperately to get any kind of contact.
Your tongues rub together like you know he would wish to rub his body with yours - always so greedy, your little Lij. You lift your hips onto your knees, but his sound of complain is swallowed by a sudden scream that erupts from his throat when out of nowhere, you grab his cock with both hands and slide down quickly to give it a small kiss.
He on the other hand thinks that a small kiss just isn't enoughforfuck'sake! and decides to take at least some of the matters into his hands. He is Elijah Jordan Wood, for Christ's sake!
You can already feel how his muscles tense under your stroking hands and place your lips around his cock, knowing what is going to come and welcoming it warmly. Literally warmly. A naughty grin creeps about your face as he bucks his hips up again, this time demanding and strong and you open your lips and swallow him whole.
If you thought that you would have heard him screaming, whimpering and moaning by now, you should have known better because the noises that escape his lips are unbelievable. You feel how you yourself are loosing control about your actions and your whole body is trembling in anticipation just of feeling him coming.
You look up at him, this time your own need sparkling out of your eyes and see a smirk on his beautiful face. Dear God, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you with those noises. He knows exactly how you’re feeling and how to make you feel like that.
If you ever thought that you would have control, you’re proved wrong now. Even though he’s the one cuffed to the bed poles, you’re feeling like you would be his prisoner…
You’re trying to concentrate, but he feels so incredibly good in your mouth, hardening even more and growing even more when you lick up and down his length. He's almost too big for you and tries to get even deeper into your mouth by rocking his hips up.
Choking lightly on his eagerness, you rest a hand on his hips to steady them while the other one scratches slightly over his ass, brushing his hole and then stroking further down, cupping his balls in your palm. They're already tight, though you haven't touched them anytime before (within the last three hours, that is).
Your mouth leaves his cock with an obscene sucking sound; you hear his moan of protest and you rest your lips on his cock and smirk against it, feeling another shiver rummaging Elijah's body.
Your smirk gets even wider and you leave his balls alone, pushing his hips up with one hand and spanking his ass with the other, on the purple bruise that is already there. You’re such a tease - and his scream is earth-shuddering and the first drops of precum gathers at the top of his cock.
You grin; grin so devilishly that you could think that you were sent by exactly this guy: The devil himself. And you are sure that Elijah is thinking that as you lift yourself up again, trap his cock between your bodies once more and whisper dangerously low into his ear:
"Want me to finish it right now, love? Or wanna fuck me?"
He whimpers again, his hands now trying desperately to get rid of the cuffs. But there's no way out of those, so he instead allows you to move down him again and let you swallow him once more. One last time for the next five minutes at least, that's for sure.
Fuck, you just can’t wait anymore, you need to feel him cum! You need to feel that you make him cum, that you’re the reason of his pleasure - that this beautiful man really is yours!
Once his cock is back in your mouth, he urges you to start moving for fuck’s sake already! His hips rock against your head, just pleading you to stop teasing; stop and make him come already!!
And by swirling your tongue around the top of his cock, sucking off the precum slowly and then blowing onto it, he comes; you have just enough time to swallow him again, then he shoots all into your mouth and presses against the cuffs so hard that he's going to have marks tomorrow.
And you suck him and suck him like you want to suck his real soul out; tasting Elijah, tasting your boy…
He rides his orgasm out, biting his lower lip so hard that it bleeds, but when he finally gets down from his highs, he’s looking beautifully peaceful. You scoot up his body carefully and kiss him on the mouth, tongues rubbing each other again, exactly like the beginning of their last make-out session... and surely not their "last", looking at it from this point!
When there’s no air to breath left, he pulls away and looks at you, pulling a face:
“Love, would you now please take these handcuffs off of me? They’re fucking cutting into my arteries. I’m gonna die!”
You grin and move your hands up to the cuffs, but stop shortly before you reach the lock. You’re trying to look as if you’d consider your options and then drop them, stroking through his kitty hair.
“You know…”, you say thoughtfully, “…I think I like it this way.”
A naughty grin spreads across your face and puts the fear of God into his eyes.
“I think we should keep them right where they are - for… later.”
And, totally by accident, you let your own hard nipples rub across his that almost on an instant harden again, too.
He groans.
“You fucking tease!!”
Hope you'll enjoy!
Listen to the these wise words of feel_me_tremble and remember what I've told you two weeks ago about me writing Elijah!Het-pr0n. Well... *embraces her Mary Sue*
Title: Mine
Pairing: Elijah Wood/you (...yes, you read correctly; I mean you)
Rating: NC 17
Summary: It's PWP. This is answering your question, isn't it? *evil grin*
Disclaimer: This is all lies. I don't own or know Elijah Wood or you and I don't make a single penny from this.
A/N: This was originally written on IM to get my dear aranel80 all hot and bothered. 1.000.000 thank you-s to her who beta'd this and in her eternal patience got through this together with me and in the end even convinced me to post it. This wouldn't be here without her!
♥ For germansoulmate ♥
“Please… ”
His huge blue eyes are even wider than usual; they’re silently screaming, but the only sound he makes is a weak whisper:
“Please…!”
But you continue standing there, two paces away from the bed and his inviting form. A light breeze enters the room through the window and teases his cock that’s as hard as a rock already. He arches his back, moaning, and you watch as the cuffs dig painfully into his wrist as he tries to reach down to give himself at least some friction.
You chuckle on his lost tries and finally can’t resist anymore. He’s so exposed and helpless in front of you and who wouldn’t want to suck his soul out?
He’s trying to free himself from the cuffs, as if it wouldn’t be a lost cause anyway, but you still his hands with your own and bend down for a hungry kiss. He’s almost sucking your tongue in, his need sensible in every of his desperate movements. He wraps his legs around your hips, trying to pull you down - but you back away immediately, what causes a moan of protest from his beautiful, pouty lips.
“Trying to cheat, aren’t you, Elijah?”
You sit down next to him and he turns onto his side. Your hand strokes down his spine and you feel the shiver running through his body as you put this certain accent on his full name that you know drives him crazy. Your fingers come to rest on his hipbone, teasingly near to his cock. You move your fingertips through his pubic hair, past his cock around to his ass.
“No cheating allowed tonight, baby”, you whisper and then, without a warning, you’re spanking his ass. You can watch his skin becoming first red and then gradually turning to a dark shade of violet - a brutal, but beautiful contrast on his marble-like skin.
He’s moaning and writhing under you, begging you to go on; but you just huff a soft laugh into his ear, letting him feel your hot breath, hearing his breathing hitch...
You lick your way down his throat, teasing his nipples with your tongue, feeling, almost tasting them hardening under your touch. Your tongue leaves a wet trail down his rips to his stomach as you place soft kisses all over his chest and belly.
His muscles are tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing... you can tell because you feel them against your dry lips. The rhythm of the tensing of his muscles becomes the same as the rhythm of your heartbeat as you brush your hand through the hair right above his cock that is as hard as a rock, standing straight out. Your fingertips are hovering over it, and he bucks his hips up, trying to get any friction, a whimper escaping his swollen lips.
But you move your hand away quickly and let only your fingertips drop and slid down his cock lightly. Another moan fills the room; begging, needing, angry and desperate at the same time and you love to hear the noises he makes... they're so unbelievably arousing.
But you won't put mercy on him, since teasing can't - mustn't be over now. He hasn’t suffered enough yet.
Your mouth now comes to rest right over his belly-button, puffing light breathes of hot air into it. His body shivers under yours and holy shit how much you would like to be taken by him right now! But he's going to take control later on - is going to make you die from the heavy shock of two orgasms coming together, adding themselves up - for now, he is your captive and you are the master in this game.
You lift your head for a second, needing to see his eyes - those beautiful, blue eyes - and what you see almost makes you get an orgasm right away: His face is flushed, his mouth slightly open and so fucking inviting in order to get enough air and his eyes are covered by heavy lids. His whole mien only screams one thing: "Lemme fuck you, please, fucking holy mother of god, let me fuck you!“
You look down again fast, being afraid of ending it too soon - so instead of looking at him any longer, you dip your tongue into his navel and give it a long lick. Then you rapidly bend your head down and just start kissing, sucking, biting on it as it would be everything your life depends on. Your teeth certainly leave some red marks, but your tongue is always there to clean up the mess they had caused.
He's now shuddering beneath you, loosing the least bit of control, crying out your name in both pain and lust, trying to reach down to make you fucking STOP right now and allow him to feel you!
But the handcuffs held him back and they do a fabulous job, dragging another moan out of his throat and leaving him completely exposed and fucking helpless. He's under your mercy, and you enjoy feeling his body trembling under yours so much and isn't it a freaking torture for you yourself to feel his cock trapped between your bodies?
You press closer to him and groan deeply against his ear, giving his cock a little bit of friction, a only-teasing-little bit. You cover his entire body with yours and kiss him, biting his gorgeous bottom lip and stretching it before you let go and lick it teasingly a few times. You know that you only have to push it a tiny bit further and he will roll his eyes at you for being such a crazy tease.
Instead, his lifts them to the ceiling, probably in order to hide tears of frustration. You put his face into your hands and stroke his cheeks gently with your thumbs, forcing him to look at you again. Then you press your lips together again and this time, you open your mouth, feeling almost immediately his wet-hot tongue storming your mouth and trying desperately to get any kind of contact.
Your tongues rub together like you know he would wish to rub his body with yours - always so greedy, your little Lij. You lift your hips onto your knees, but his sound of complain is swallowed by a sudden scream that erupts from his throat when out of nowhere, you grab his cock with both hands and slide down quickly to give it a small kiss.
He on the other hand thinks that a small kiss just isn't enoughforfuck'sake! and decides to take at least some of the matters into his hands. He is Elijah Jordan Wood, for Christ's sake!
You can already feel how his muscles tense under your stroking hands and place your lips around his cock, knowing what is going to come and welcoming it warmly. Literally warmly. A naughty grin creeps about your face as he bucks his hips up again, this time demanding and strong and you open your lips and swallow him whole.
If you thought that you would have heard him screaming, whimpering and moaning by now, you should have known better because the noises that escape his lips are unbelievable. You feel how you yourself are loosing control about your actions and your whole body is trembling in anticipation just of feeling him coming.
You look up at him, this time your own need sparkling out of your eyes and see a smirk on his beautiful face. Dear God, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you with those noises. He knows exactly how you’re feeling and how to make you feel like that.
If you ever thought that you would have control, you’re proved wrong now. Even though he’s the one cuffed to the bed poles, you’re feeling like you would be his prisoner…
You’re trying to concentrate, but he feels so incredibly good in your mouth, hardening even more and growing even more when you lick up and down his length. He's almost too big for you and tries to get even deeper into your mouth by rocking his hips up.
Choking lightly on his eagerness, you rest a hand on his hips to steady them while the other one scratches slightly over his ass, brushing his hole and then stroking further down, cupping his balls in your palm. They're already tight, though you haven't touched them anytime before (within the last three hours, that is).
Your mouth leaves his cock with an obscene sucking sound; you hear his moan of protest and you rest your lips on his cock and smirk against it, feeling another shiver rummaging Elijah's body.
Your smirk gets even wider and you leave his balls alone, pushing his hips up with one hand and spanking his ass with the other, on the purple bruise that is already there. You’re such a tease - and his scream is earth-shuddering and the first drops of precum gathers at the top of his cock.
You grin; grin so devilishly that you could think that you were sent by exactly this guy: The devil himself. And you are sure that Elijah is thinking that as you lift yourself up again, trap his cock between your bodies once more and whisper dangerously low into his ear:
"Want me to finish it right now, love? Or wanna fuck me?"
He whimpers again, his hands now trying desperately to get rid of the cuffs. But there's no way out of those, so he instead allows you to move down him again and let you swallow him once more. One last time for the next five minutes at least, that's for sure.
Fuck, you just can’t wait anymore, you need to feel him cum! You need to feel that you make him cum, that you’re the reason of his pleasure - that this beautiful man really is yours!
Once his cock is back in your mouth, he urges you to start moving for fuck’s sake already! His hips rock against your head, just pleading you to stop teasing; stop and make him come already!!
And by swirling your tongue around the top of his cock, sucking off the precum slowly and then blowing onto it, he comes; you have just enough time to swallow him again, then he shoots all into your mouth and presses against the cuffs so hard that he's going to have marks tomorrow.
And you suck him and suck him like you want to suck his real soul out; tasting Elijah, tasting your boy…
He rides his orgasm out, biting his lower lip so hard that it bleeds, but when he finally gets down from his highs, he’s looking beautifully peaceful. You scoot up his body carefully and kiss him on the mouth, tongues rubbing each other again, exactly like the beginning of their last make-out session... and surely not their "last", looking at it from this point!
When there’s no air to breath left, he pulls away and looks at you, pulling a face:
“Love, would you now please take these handcuffs off of me? They’re fucking cutting into my arteries. I’m gonna die!”
You grin and move your hands up to the cuffs, but stop shortly before you reach the lock. You’re trying to look as if you’d consider your options and then drop them, stroking through his kitty hair.
“You know…”, you say thoughtfully, “…I think I like it this way.”
A naughty grin spreads across your face and puts the fear of God into his eyes.
“I think we should keep them right where they are - for… later.”
And, totally by accident, you let your own hard nipples rub across his that almost on an instant harden again, too.
He groans.
“You fucking tease!!”
Hope you'll enjoy!