Kink Bingo: nipples
Thanks to photoash for pointing out some omissions.
He gives Neal a second to catch his breath before he pinches his nipples again, this time digging his nails in so deep he can feel his thumb nail against his finger through each nipple. He watches Neal’s face contort, relaxing just enough to pant through the pain. Once Neal settles back, still a little breathless, Peter slides his nails back and forth, pressing harder and twisting, watching Neal shut his eyes tight. A high pitched whine escapes his mouth.
Peter shifts back, sliding himself down Neal with his legs, pressing his body down on Neal's, pressing a butt cheek to Neal hard cock, pulling Neal’s nipples with every inch backward, pulling them away from his chest, forcing Neal to arch his back. Peter keeps pulling until Neal jerks in his grip, his body coming off the bed. For a split second, Peter could swear Neal’s suspend just by his nipples until he falls back against the bed with a whimper. Peter never lets go, even when a few tears slide out of Neal’s eyes. Neal asked him to be rough with his nipples, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
When Peter pauses for a moment, just watching Neal draw hitching breaths, his lips parting and closing in an attempt to get enough air, Neal squirms impatiently with an adorable shoulder wiggle that tugs his nipples back and forth in Peter’s grip and his eyes bore into Peter’s, asking for more. Obligingly, Peter tugs at his nipples, stretching them to opposite sides of Neal’s chest, making the arch in Neal’s back ineffective at dissipating the pain. Neal’s hands on his waist squeeze and his hips jolt under Peter as his body bends back at an impossible angle and Peter keeps tugging Neal’s nipples out in small motions that make Neal shudder with pleasure and jerk under Peter’s hands.
Just when Neal’s breaths start sounding choked, Peter releases him. Neal melts back onto the bed. His sweat soaked hair falls into eyes that widen when Peter’s hands go back to his nipples, but he just lightly strokes the sensitive nubs, teasing Neal with the lightness of his finger tips, just barely brushing them. It’s nowhere enough for him, particularly not after Peter’s been so brutal.
He shouts when Peter grasps his nipples and twists without warning. Peter releases Neal almost immediately, earning himself a betrayed glare that he ignores to lean down and press his lips just to the side of a nipple, taunting him. Neal’s hand goes to the back of his head and twines in his hair, pushing towards the nipple impatiently. Peter licks all around Neal’s nipple before biting the absolute last half inch and sliding his teeth back and forth. Neal’s hand tightens in his hair. His hips rock and Peter feels his cock tap against his ass. The length of it is soaked and bobbing with the movement and twitching and Neal’s close so Peter pinches his other nipple with his finger tips and Neal comes just from that, eyes closed, with one last arch of his back.
He gives Neal a second to catch his breath before he pinches his nipples again, this time digging his nails in so deep he can feel his thumb nail against his finger through each nipple. He watches Neal’s face contort, relaxing just enough to pant through the pain. Once Neal settles back, still a little breathless, Peter slides his nails back and forth, pressing harder and twisting, watching Neal shut his eyes tight. A high pitched whine escapes his mouth.
Peter shifts back, sliding himself down Neal with his legs, pressing his body down on Neal's, pressing a butt cheek to Neal hard cock, pulling Neal’s nipples with every inch backward, pulling them away from his chest, forcing Neal to arch his back. Peter keeps pulling until Neal jerks in his grip, his body coming off the bed. For a split second, Peter could swear Neal’s suspend just by his nipples until he falls back against the bed with a whimper. Peter never lets go, even when a few tears slide out of Neal’s eyes. Neal asked him to be rough with his nipples, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
When Peter pauses for a moment, just watching Neal draw hitching breaths, his lips parting and closing in an attempt to get enough air, Neal squirms impatiently with an adorable shoulder wiggle that tugs his nipples back and forth in Peter’s grip and his eyes bore into Peter’s, asking for more. Obligingly, Peter tugs at his nipples, stretching them to opposite sides of Neal’s chest, making the arch in Neal’s back ineffective at dissipating the pain. Neal’s hands on his waist squeeze and his hips jolt under Peter as his body bends back at an impossible angle and Peter keeps tugging Neal’s nipples out in small motions that make Neal shudder with pleasure and jerk under Peter’s hands.
Just when Neal’s breaths start sounding choked, Peter releases him. Neal melts back onto the bed. His sweat soaked hair falls into eyes that widen when Peter’s hands go back to his nipples, but he just lightly strokes the sensitive nubs, teasing Neal with the lightness of his finger tips, just barely brushing them. It’s nowhere enough for him, particularly not after Peter’s been so brutal.
He shouts when Peter grasps his nipples and twists without warning. Peter releases Neal almost immediately, earning himself a betrayed glare that he ignores to lean down and press his lips just to the side of a nipple, taunting him. Neal’s hand goes to the back of his head and twines in his hair, pushing towards the nipple impatiently. Peter licks all around Neal’s nipple before biting the absolute last half inch and sliding his teeth back and forth. Neal’s hand tightens in his hair. His hips rock and Peter feels his cock tap against his ass. The length of it is soaked and bobbing with the movement and twitching and Neal’s close so Peter pinches his other nipple with his finger tips and Neal comes just from that, eyes closed, with one last arch of his back.