The Traffic Warden Always Tickets Twice
Title: The Traffic Warden Always Tickets Twice
Author: dalehead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: Bloody traffic wardens and loveliness with a bit of spanking thrown in for good measure.
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up by me for you.
Author Notes: This is for the Orlibean girls and for jackieville who requested spanking; for kittylass and belle_lestrange cos we are all feeling a bit blue.
"This fucking bastard of a city, 'Lan? Are you there? I was stationary for what? For a few moments, long enough to pick the fucking papers up and when I got back there he was," Sean was stripping his clothes off as he spoke, leaving them strewn over the floor.
“’Lan?” he bellowed. “And he was a smarmy git, you know? The worse sort, smirked as he put the ticket under the windscreen. Said he couldn’t make any exceptions, not even for Sharpey,” he tripped over as he struggled with his sock. “Cunting bastard of a fucker,” he roared.
“Have you any fucking idea how many fucking tickets I’ve got this month alone? I’ve paid the best part of five hundred quid for the pleasure of fucking picking up a paper, and don’t tell me I should walk,” he groaned a little, there would be a bloody great big bruise on his hip tomorrow.
“I collected croissants for breakfast, I got coffee and if I hadn’t thrown them at the bastard, you could’ve had your Soya latte macciato with extra wotsit but I lost my rag a bit…”
He sighed, the croissants were a bit squashed too. All in all it had been a piss poor start to their week. He wished he’d done what Orlando suggested, taken the push bike. No one slapped tickets on push bikes. Now his beloved’s breakfast was gone and he had hurt his hip and he felt rather hard done by. Why wasn’t Orlando here? Yeah, where was he?
“My poor boy,” a familiar voice but it sounded a tad husky. “Did you hurt yourself?” forgetting himself a moment, Orlando stared at the bruised hip. “Fucking hell Sean, how’d you get that cos it sure as fuck wasn’t me…”
A strangled noise was all Sean was capable of. He looked at Orlando and his cock almost got up and saluted. He just stared and stared at his lover, his Master and gaped.
Orlando was wearing leather trousers and absolutely nothing else. They fitted him like a second skin, his cock clearly visible to his boy. Sitting low, astride ridiculously slim hips, there was nothing vaguely effete about Orlando, he was all man, all muscle and sinew, body defined, his abs a thing of beauty and joy forever. His skin was lightly tanned, his eyes were sparkling with amusement for all Sean was wearing was a sock and a look of such need that Orlando felt the answering spark of lust igniting inside him.
He walked over to Sean. “You’re late.”
Scrambling to his knees, Sean nuzzled Orlando’s ankles, almost cat like. “Your slave is sorry Master,” he whispered. He knew that this was for him and not in spite of him, he knew that this was all about making them both feel good so he rested his head on Orlando’s bare feet.
“Very sorry,” he added for good measure. He could feel Orlando’s smile even if he couldn’t see it.
“My slut is so sexy and because the nasty traffic warden mocked him, I shall make it all go away,” he bent down and touched the back of Sean’s neck, feeling him quiver in response. “You want it don’t you, pretty slut?”
The answering whimper told him all he needed to know.
“Crawl to the kitchen, then I want you on your hands and knees on the counter…”
When they’d moved into this house, they’d had the kitchen redesigned with an island in the middle. They didn’t use it for food prep but for naked Sean and his naked arse. It was the most used workspace they had.
Once he was in position, Sean breathed slow and deep. He had no idea what was to come but he was pretty sure it would end with Orlando’s cock inside him. Perfect. He always felt complete when he was filled thus.
“My pretty, pretty slut,” Orlando crooned, hiding a smile when he noticed Sean still had his sock on. “You’re so ready for …” he spanked Sean hard. “This … aren’t you?”
The sting, that beautiful sting, Sean groaned. “Yes, yes …” he muttered. “Please Master…”
Only too happy to oblige Orlando let loose with a barrage of slaps, some hard, some not so hard, some almost a caress then the last one delivered with such force that he almost yelped as his palm stung so.
“God Sean,” he forgot where he was because there was a perfect hand print on Sean’s arse. It was quite the most beautiful thing he ever saw in his life, he paused to grab his phone and take a photograph. “I love you,” he murmured almost incongruously as he spanked Sean again and again, changing hands and beginning all over again.
The spanking was accompanied by a cacophony of moans that bounced off the walls, the acoustic adding a slight echo that made it even more satisfying to Orlando’s ears.
“Orlando … Master … Please ….” Sean’s backside was on fire and he was squirming, his cock leaking copiously, his back covered with a fine sheen of sweat. “Need you,” he squeaked as Orlando dealt him a couple of slaps that made him feel his arse was about to spontaneously combust.
Grabbing a bottle of olive oil, Orlando grinned. “I want you on your feet, over the counter holding your arse open like the hungry whore slut you are…”
Fucking hell, Sean looked amazing, he slithered off the counter and stood exactly as instructed, holding his cheeks apart so his hole was winking at Orlando, holding himself open, giving himself entirely.
“Please Master…” he panted and it would be cruel to keep him waiting any longer. Covering his fingers with oil, Orlando prepped him hastily and smeared a tiny amount on his cock. Sean wanted a little pain but only enough to sting not enough to make sitting uncomfortable. He had a meeting tomorrow and Orlando wanted him to be able to function when he got there.
The slide in was so good, always it was good. Despite their very active sex life, Sean was as tight and hot as the first time Orlando fucked him and mindful of the bruise already there, he gripped Sean’s hips and gave it to him, hard and fast, harder and faster, pistoning in and out of him, biting his lip to stop himself coming. He didn’t need to touch Sean, Sean would come when he needed to, Sean was already so hard and when Orlando angled himself so that he touched that spot, the place that turned Sean into a giant puddle of goo, he knew it was all over bar the shouting.
“Orlan ….” Sean gasped and came “Lo…” and that sound coupled with the vice like grip on his cock made Orlando follow suit.
They stayed where they were for long moments as their aftershocks died away and their breathing returned to normal. Orlando reached for some wipes and attended to the come trickling out of Sean’s arse. Then he dropped kisses on the delicate spine, licking and tasting sweat.
“I love you baby,” he helped Sean stand then they tottered through to the sitting room and the couch. “You’re feeling better now,” it wasn’t even a question.
“How do you always know what I need?” Sean wondered aloud.
“That’s my job,” Orlando held him close, dropping gentle kisses on the nearest patch of skin. “Giving you what you need and loving you of course.
“Marry me?” Sean replied.
Author: dalehead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: Bloody traffic wardens and loveliness with a bit of spanking thrown in for good measure.
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up by me for you.
Author Notes: This is for the Orlibean girls and for jackieville who requested spanking; for kittylass and belle_lestrange cos we are all feeling a bit blue.
"This fucking bastard of a city, 'Lan? Are you there? I was stationary for what? For a few moments, long enough to pick the fucking papers up and when I got back there he was," Sean was stripping his clothes off as he spoke, leaving them strewn over the floor.
“’Lan?” he bellowed. “And he was a smarmy git, you know? The worse sort, smirked as he put the ticket under the windscreen. Said he couldn’t make any exceptions, not even for Sharpey,” he tripped over as he struggled with his sock. “Cunting bastard of a fucker,” he roared.
“Have you any fucking idea how many fucking tickets I’ve got this month alone? I’ve paid the best part of five hundred quid for the pleasure of fucking picking up a paper, and don’t tell me I should walk,” he groaned a little, there would be a bloody great big bruise on his hip tomorrow.
“I collected croissants for breakfast, I got coffee and if I hadn’t thrown them at the bastard, you could’ve had your Soya latte macciato with extra wotsit but I lost my rag a bit…”
He sighed, the croissants were a bit squashed too. All in all it had been a piss poor start to their week. He wished he’d done what Orlando suggested, taken the push bike. No one slapped tickets on push bikes. Now his beloved’s breakfast was gone and he had hurt his hip and he felt rather hard done by. Why wasn’t Orlando here? Yeah, where was he?
“My poor boy,” a familiar voice but it sounded a tad husky. “Did you hurt yourself?” forgetting himself a moment, Orlando stared at the bruised hip. “Fucking hell Sean, how’d you get that cos it sure as fuck wasn’t me…”
A strangled noise was all Sean was capable of. He looked at Orlando and his cock almost got up and saluted. He just stared and stared at his lover, his Master and gaped.
Orlando was wearing leather trousers and absolutely nothing else. They fitted him like a second skin, his cock clearly visible to his boy. Sitting low, astride ridiculously slim hips, there was nothing vaguely effete about Orlando, he was all man, all muscle and sinew, body defined, his abs a thing of beauty and joy forever. His skin was lightly tanned, his eyes were sparkling with amusement for all Sean was wearing was a sock and a look of such need that Orlando felt the answering spark of lust igniting inside him.
He walked over to Sean. “You’re late.”
Scrambling to his knees, Sean nuzzled Orlando’s ankles, almost cat like. “Your slave is sorry Master,” he whispered. He knew that this was for him and not in spite of him, he knew that this was all about making them both feel good so he rested his head on Orlando’s bare feet.
“Very sorry,” he added for good measure. He could feel Orlando’s smile even if he couldn’t see it.
“My slut is so sexy and because the nasty traffic warden mocked him, I shall make it all go away,” he bent down and touched the back of Sean’s neck, feeling him quiver in response. “You want it don’t you, pretty slut?”
The answering whimper told him all he needed to know.
“Crawl to the kitchen, then I want you on your hands and knees on the counter…”
When they’d moved into this house, they’d had the kitchen redesigned with an island in the middle. They didn’t use it for food prep but for naked Sean and his naked arse. It was the most used workspace they had.
Once he was in position, Sean breathed slow and deep. He had no idea what was to come but he was pretty sure it would end with Orlando’s cock inside him. Perfect. He always felt complete when he was filled thus.
“My pretty, pretty slut,” Orlando crooned, hiding a smile when he noticed Sean still had his sock on. “You’re so ready for …” he spanked Sean hard. “This … aren’t you?”
The sting, that beautiful sting, Sean groaned. “Yes, yes …” he muttered. “Please Master…”
Only too happy to oblige Orlando let loose with a barrage of slaps, some hard, some not so hard, some almost a caress then the last one delivered with such force that he almost yelped as his palm stung so.
“God Sean,” he forgot where he was because there was a perfect hand print on Sean’s arse. It was quite the most beautiful thing he ever saw in his life, he paused to grab his phone and take a photograph. “I love you,” he murmured almost incongruously as he spanked Sean again and again, changing hands and beginning all over again.
The spanking was accompanied by a cacophony of moans that bounced off the walls, the acoustic adding a slight echo that made it even more satisfying to Orlando’s ears.
“Orlando … Master … Please ….” Sean’s backside was on fire and he was squirming, his cock leaking copiously, his back covered with a fine sheen of sweat. “Need you,” he squeaked as Orlando dealt him a couple of slaps that made him feel his arse was about to spontaneously combust.
Grabbing a bottle of olive oil, Orlando grinned. “I want you on your feet, over the counter holding your arse open like the hungry whore slut you are…”
Fucking hell, Sean looked amazing, he slithered off the counter and stood exactly as instructed, holding his cheeks apart so his hole was winking at Orlando, holding himself open, giving himself entirely.
“Please Master…” he panted and it would be cruel to keep him waiting any longer. Covering his fingers with oil, Orlando prepped him hastily and smeared a tiny amount on his cock. Sean wanted a little pain but only enough to sting not enough to make sitting uncomfortable. He had a meeting tomorrow and Orlando wanted him to be able to function when he got there.
The slide in was so good, always it was good. Despite their very active sex life, Sean was as tight and hot as the first time Orlando fucked him and mindful of the bruise already there, he gripped Sean’s hips and gave it to him, hard and fast, harder and faster, pistoning in and out of him, biting his lip to stop himself coming. He didn’t need to touch Sean, Sean would come when he needed to, Sean was already so hard and when Orlando angled himself so that he touched that spot, the place that turned Sean into a giant puddle of goo, he knew it was all over bar the shouting.
“Orlan ….” Sean gasped and came “Lo…” and that sound coupled with the vice like grip on his cock made Orlando follow suit.
They stayed where they were for long moments as their aftershocks died away and their breathing returned to normal. Orlando reached for some wipes and attended to the come trickling out of Sean’s arse. Then he dropped kisses on the delicate spine, licking and tasting sweat.
“I love you baby,” he helped Sean stand then they tottered through to the sitting room and the couch. “You’re feeling better now,” it wasn’t even a question.
“How do you always know what I need?” Sean wondered aloud.
“That’s my job,” Orlando held him close, dropping gentle kisses on the nearest patch of skin. “Giving you what you need and loving you of course.
“Marry me?” Sean replied.