One By One, 1/1, John/Rodney. NC-17
Author: darkhavens
Title: One By One
Fandom: Pairing: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Words: 660
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks/Kinks: Nippleplay, biting, mild restraints, mild/medium erotic pain infliction
Summary: Rodney has never orgasmed from nipple stimulation alone. John sees this as a challenge.
Notes: Written for my kink_bingo card ( here) prompt 'Nippleplay'. Betaed for typos and pain levels by outsideth3box.
It happened like this:
"Have you ever come just from having your nipples played with?"
Rodney paused for a moment, arms up over his head. His shirt was wrapped around the bottom half of his face, not quite muffling his words. "As a matter of fact, no."
"What? Really? Well…"
~
John never could resist a challenge, which is how, three days later, Rodney came to be flat on his back in the middle of his bed, arms once again stretched above his head, this time tied to the Ancient equivalent of a headboard. John sat astride him, weight partially supported by his bent knees, his ass planted firmly across the middle of Rodney's thighs.
He started off slow and easy with tiny, kitten-like licks around the crinkled edge of the areola, gradually circling inwards until his tongue was brushing repeatedly over the tight, dark button of Rodney's left nipple.
Rodney hummed happily.
Then John moved on to stage two - suction. He took care to keep his teeth out of play while he suckled, worrying the sensitive bead of flesh between his pursed lips until it felt hot and swollen against the tip of his tongue.
Rodney whined when he stopped sucking. His cock was hard and red, leaving sticky smears where it was trapped between them.
Stage three involved the introduction of teeth and John dove straight in with wide, open-mouthed bites encompassing nipple and areole both. When he pulled back to admire his efforts, he could count three concentric circles of neatly stippled indentations.
Rodney was squirming between John's thighs and panting heavily, his hips twitching, obviously in an aborted effort to find something -anything- to rub off against.
Happy with his work, John leaned back in, caught the nipple between his incisors and tugged. Rodney's back lifted briefly from the mattress until John pinned his shoulders down with a warning growl. He didn't release his toy until Rodney's pleas for mercy were completely incoherent.
When John reached back out of Rodney's line of sight and produced a pair of small clothespins, joined together by a short length of narrow green wire, Rodney squeaked in apparent dismay. His erection, however, seemed to become even more excited by the possibility of new, more painful stimuli. John figured Rodney's penis was the more reliable witness.
"Where did you-?"
"Rodney. I'm right in the middle of something kind of important here. Ask me later."
"But-"
John shut him up by the simple expedient of attaching one of the springy wooden clips to Rodney's already highly sensitized left nipple.
The resulting shriek was everything John could have hoped for. The prolonged full-body shudder that accompanied it was a fun bonus.
When John bent his head and began the whole thing over again with delicate rasps of his tongue around Rodney's right areole, a steady stream of curses and pleas to various deities began falling from Rodney's lips.
By the time John had attached the second clothespin, Rodney was completely beyond coherent speech and all forms of rational thought.
John sat back and admired his handiwork.
From his curled-in toes to his tightly clenched fists, Rodney was one beautiful messy curlicue of pre-orgasmic tension. Even the stuttering rhythm of his breathing gave the impression of something ready to explode at any moment. His eyes were glazed and unfocussed, his lips slick and swollen. His hair was wet with perspiration, lying in tight little twists against his flushed pink scalp.
Mission almost complete, John reached down and took his own throbbing erection in one hand, using the other to grasp the wire that stretched between the clips.
With each stroke of his cock he gave a tug on the wire, carrying them both to the very edge of sensation. When he could feel the pressure gathering at the base of his spine, he took a deep breath and used both hands to release the clothespins, riding to completion on Rodney's wildly uncoordinated orgasmic thrashing.
Title: One By One
Fandom: Pairing: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Words: 660
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks/Kinks: Nippleplay, biting, mild restraints, mild/medium erotic pain infliction
Summary: Rodney has never orgasmed from nipple stimulation alone. John sees this as a challenge.
Notes: Written for my kink_bingo card ( here) prompt 'Nippleplay'. Betaed for typos and pain levels by outsideth3box.
It happened like this:
"Have you ever come just from having your nipples played with?"
Rodney paused for a moment, arms up over his head. His shirt was wrapped around the bottom half of his face, not quite muffling his words. "As a matter of fact, no."
"What? Really? Well…"
~
John never could resist a challenge, which is how, three days later, Rodney came to be flat on his back in the middle of his bed, arms once again stretched above his head, this time tied to the Ancient equivalent of a headboard. John sat astride him, weight partially supported by his bent knees, his ass planted firmly across the middle of Rodney's thighs.
He started off slow and easy with tiny, kitten-like licks around the crinkled edge of the areola, gradually circling inwards until his tongue was brushing repeatedly over the tight, dark button of Rodney's left nipple.
Rodney hummed happily.
Then John moved on to stage two - suction. He took care to keep his teeth out of play while he suckled, worrying the sensitive bead of flesh between his pursed lips until it felt hot and swollen against the tip of his tongue.
Rodney whined when he stopped sucking. His cock was hard and red, leaving sticky smears where it was trapped between them.
Stage three involved the introduction of teeth and John dove straight in with wide, open-mouthed bites encompassing nipple and areole both. When he pulled back to admire his efforts, he could count three concentric circles of neatly stippled indentations.
Rodney was squirming between John's thighs and panting heavily, his hips twitching, obviously in an aborted effort to find something -anything- to rub off against.
Happy with his work, John leaned back in, caught the nipple between his incisors and tugged. Rodney's back lifted briefly from the mattress until John pinned his shoulders down with a warning growl. He didn't release his toy until Rodney's pleas for mercy were completely incoherent.
When John reached back out of Rodney's line of sight and produced a pair of small clothespins, joined together by a short length of narrow green wire, Rodney squeaked in apparent dismay. His erection, however, seemed to become even more excited by the possibility of new, more painful stimuli. John figured Rodney's penis was the more reliable witness.
"Where did you-?"
"Rodney. I'm right in the middle of something kind of important here. Ask me later."
"But-"
John shut him up by the simple expedient of attaching one of the springy wooden clips to Rodney's already highly sensitized left nipple.
The resulting shriek was everything John could have hoped for. The prolonged full-body shudder that accompanied it was a fun bonus.
When John bent his head and began the whole thing over again with delicate rasps of his tongue around Rodney's right areole, a steady stream of curses and pleas to various deities began falling from Rodney's lips.
By the time John had attached the second clothespin, Rodney was completely beyond coherent speech and all forms of rational thought.
John sat back and admired his handiwork.
From his curled-in toes to his tightly clenched fists, Rodney was one beautiful messy curlicue of pre-orgasmic tension. Even the stuttering rhythm of his breathing gave the impression of something ready to explode at any moment. His eyes were glazed and unfocussed, his lips slick and swollen. His hair was wet with perspiration, lying in tight little twists against his flushed pink scalp.
Mission almost complete, John reached down and took his own throbbing erection in one hand, using the other to grasp the wire that stretched between the clips.
With each stroke of his cock he gave a tug on the wire, carrying them both to the very edge of sensation. When he could feel the pressure gathering at the base of his spine, he took a deep breath and used both hands to release the clothespins, riding to completion on Rodney's wildly uncoordinated orgasmic thrashing.