2011
Title: 2011
Author: Afiawri
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth/Peter/Neal
Warnings: Orgasm control
Word Count: 881
Summary Neal, Elizabeth, and Peter ring in the new year naked.
Neal’s eyes kept fluttering closed and glazing over, so Peter watched the clock for him. Elizabeth watched Neal for herself.
“Not yet. Still not yet.”
Neal’s entire body was braced: his back arched, his fists clenched, his teeth gritted, his eyes forced wide and unfocused with concentration, and his cock harder than it had ever been.
Neal’s precome leaked out almost as fast as the tears streaming down his face. Peter couldn’t help but give Neal a tiny stroke as he watched the clock, just to feel the precome coat his fingers. From the way Neal thrashed, head jerking back and forth, it had been a cruel move, nearly pushing him over the edge.
“Peter, he’s rubbing your come off on the bed.” Peter glanced back down from the clock to Neal’s nearly come-free cheek.
“Can’t have that.” As soon as Neal settled enough that it wasn’t dangerous, Peter grabbed a hold of his balls and tugged until Neal settled on his back, still trembling enough to shake the bed.
“Thank you,” Neal gasped out so hoarsely it barely sounded like words.
“You need a little more pain to hang in there?”
“Plea… ease.”
“You got another thirty-five seconds until it’s time for me to tighten those clamps. And another minute again before you can come.”
Neal pried his eyes open. Every muscle in his body was so tense it shook, from his legs to his chest to his arms.
“Twenty-five. Come on Neal, you can do it. You’ve gone hours without coming before; it’s barely been half of one.” Of course, Neal didn’t usually have a huge vibrating butt plug shoved into him for that or Peter’s finger tapping on it every time Neal seemed to get lost in his head.
“Twenty.” Neal’s balls were drawn up tight. Peter gave them a gentle squeeze and Neal’s body jolted like he’d been shocked.
Elizabeth got up from her chair and stood at the end of the bed. “Peter, you’re almost done, tighten the damn things.”
Peter flashed a smile at her. “You just like seeing me hurt him.” But he took pity and tightened the screws that pushed the clamp around Neal’s tiny, sensitive nipples.
“A minute until the new year, you think you can come right on time?”
“You better or Peter will have to punish you. I think I like seeing those balls in his hands, that’s where we’ll start…” Elizabeth reached down and pumped Neal’s tortured cock. In many ways, she was crueler than Peter. She pushed Neal further, hurt him worse, and asked more of his body. And Neal struggled for her. He’d never failed Peter; Elizabeth, though, expected him to fail her more often than not, made it okay and made it hurt.
And Peter thought this might be one of those times he failed from the way Neal bucked wildly into her hand so hard he nearly jerked his balls out of Peter’s hand, all restraint gone. When the chain of the nipple clamps caught on the bed sheet and yanked with every thrust, there was only the barest hesitation, shorter than Neal’s yelp of surprised pain.
He didn’t stop for Peter to undo the chain. Didn’t stop when Peter warned, “Forty seconds still.”
“See?” Elizabeth taunted. “So much better than a fancy party. Right, Neal? Right?”
Neal breathed differently in short breaths in a way that sounded vaguely like, “Uh-huh,” several times a second. His lips moved like he was trying to form words, trying desperately to please Elizabeth even though everything he’d already done tonight had been to please either her or Peter. Even though it wasn’t his first choice to bring in the new year on the tortured, undignified note that was his cock in El’s talons.
El gave Neal’s stomach an approving pat.
Twenty seconds and Neal was wheezing. Or stuttering a k sound. Or trying to say Coming. Peter hit the fast release on one clamp, than the other, to hurt Neal enough to keep him back from the edge.
A second too late. A tiny spurt shot out of Neal’s cock on Elizabeth’s hand.
Just one. He hadn’t orgasmed yet, just come a tiny bit, just enough to tick El off and nowhere near enough to make her stop. She pumped faster to make up for the extra lube Neal’s cock had forced on her.
Peter tortured Neal’s sore nipples with his nails to counter her. He watched the clock more carefully now, only catching Elizabeth adding a twist to every pump out of the corner of his eye. He yanked on Neal’s nipples extra hard as the clock wound down.
Five seconds to. Peter let go and stroked Neal’s hair back from his eyes. Neal was gone. He didn’t even seem aware of his body fucking into El’s hand for all it was worth.
“Let go, Neal. You can come,” Peter said with two seconds to go. One. Midnight.
Neal whimpered and whined and kept on going. Peter kissed him on the corner of his lips and, six seconds into 2011, Neal spattered El’s breasts with come.
Elizabeth pumped him until Neal collapsed on the bed, boneless, half dead, but still aware enough to whimper pathetically when Elizabeth said, “Well. We’ll have to practice for next year, Neal.”
Also posted at: http://afiawri.dreamwidth.org/19009.html
Author: Afiawri
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth/Peter/Neal
Warnings: Orgasm control
Word Count: 881
Summary Neal, Elizabeth, and Peter ring in the new year naked.
Neal’s eyes kept fluttering closed and glazing over, so Peter watched the clock for him. Elizabeth watched Neal for herself.
“Not yet. Still not yet.”
Neal’s entire body was braced: his back arched, his fists clenched, his teeth gritted, his eyes forced wide and unfocused with concentration, and his cock harder than it had ever been.
Neal’s precome leaked out almost as fast as the tears streaming down his face. Peter couldn’t help but give Neal a tiny stroke as he watched the clock, just to feel the precome coat his fingers. From the way Neal thrashed, head jerking back and forth, it had been a cruel move, nearly pushing him over the edge.
“Peter, he’s rubbing your come off on the bed.” Peter glanced back down from the clock to Neal’s nearly come-free cheek.
“Can’t have that.” As soon as Neal settled enough that it wasn’t dangerous, Peter grabbed a hold of his balls and tugged until Neal settled on his back, still trembling enough to shake the bed.
“Thank you,” Neal gasped out so hoarsely it barely sounded like words.
“You need a little more pain to hang in there?”
“Plea… ease.”
“You got another thirty-five seconds until it’s time for me to tighten those clamps. And another minute again before you can come.”
Neal pried his eyes open. Every muscle in his body was so tense it shook, from his legs to his chest to his arms.
“Twenty-five. Come on Neal, you can do it. You’ve gone hours without coming before; it’s barely been half of one.” Of course, Neal didn’t usually have a huge vibrating butt plug shoved into him for that or Peter’s finger tapping on it every time Neal seemed to get lost in his head.
“Twenty.” Neal’s balls were drawn up tight. Peter gave them a gentle squeeze and Neal’s body jolted like he’d been shocked.
Elizabeth got up from her chair and stood at the end of the bed. “Peter, you’re almost done, tighten the damn things.”
Peter flashed a smile at her. “You just like seeing me hurt him.” But he took pity and tightened the screws that pushed the clamp around Neal’s tiny, sensitive nipples.
“A minute until the new year, you think you can come right on time?”
“You better or Peter will have to punish you. I think I like seeing those balls in his hands, that’s where we’ll start…” Elizabeth reached down and pumped Neal’s tortured cock. In many ways, she was crueler than Peter. She pushed Neal further, hurt him worse, and asked more of his body. And Neal struggled for her. He’d never failed Peter; Elizabeth, though, expected him to fail her more often than not, made it okay and made it hurt.
And Peter thought this might be one of those times he failed from the way Neal bucked wildly into her hand so hard he nearly jerked his balls out of Peter’s hand, all restraint gone. When the chain of the nipple clamps caught on the bed sheet and yanked with every thrust, there was only the barest hesitation, shorter than Neal’s yelp of surprised pain.
He didn’t stop for Peter to undo the chain. Didn’t stop when Peter warned, “Forty seconds still.”
“See?” Elizabeth taunted. “So much better than a fancy party. Right, Neal? Right?”
Neal breathed differently in short breaths in a way that sounded vaguely like, “Uh-huh,” several times a second. His lips moved like he was trying to form words, trying desperately to please Elizabeth even though everything he’d already done tonight had been to please either her or Peter. Even though it wasn’t his first choice to bring in the new year on the tortured, undignified note that was his cock in El’s talons.
El gave Neal’s stomach an approving pat.
Twenty seconds and Neal was wheezing. Or stuttering a k sound. Or trying to say Coming. Peter hit the fast release on one clamp, than the other, to hurt Neal enough to keep him back from the edge.
A second too late. A tiny spurt shot out of Neal’s cock on Elizabeth’s hand.
Just one. He hadn’t orgasmed yet, just come a tiny bit, just enough to tick El off and nowhere near enough to make her stop. She pumped faster to make up for the extra lube Neal’s cock had forced on her.
Peter tortured Neal’s sore nipples with his nails to counter her. He watched the clock more carefully now, only catching Elizabeth adding a twist to every pump out of the corner of his eye. He yanked on Neal’s nipples extra hard as the clock wound down.
Five seconds to. Peter let go and stroked Neal’s hair back from his eyes. Neal was gone. He didn’t even seem aware of his body fucking into El’s hand for all it was worth.
“Let go, Neal. You can come,” Peter said with two seconds to go. One. Midnight.
Neal whimpered and whined and kept on going. Peter kissed him on the corner of his lips and, six seconds into 2011, Neal spattered El’s breasts with come.
Elizabeth pumped him until Neal collapsed on the bed, boneless, half dead, but still aware enough to whimper pathetically when Elizabeth said, “Well. We’ll have to practice for next year, Neal.”
Also posted at: http://afiawri.dreamwidth.org/19009.html