Kink Bingo Fic - Washing/Cleaning Each Other
Title: Washing/Cleaning Each Other
Author: Garneteve
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Summary: Rodney and Carson try something a little different from a towel.
Written for: kink_bingo
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Please feel free to point out any mistakes. Thankyou. Feedback is kittens.
“Hold still.”
Carson moaned and moved again.
“I can’t dry you while you’re moving about like that,” Rodney told his lover and sat back to work.
Carson lay before him on a thick white towel, skin pink and wet from the shower he’d just had, encouraged by Rodney to lay down without drying himself. Rodney would take care of that.
Carson moved again, shifting his legs wider, a cheeky smirk on his face, a sly glint in his eye. He reached down, palming and lifting his sac, up and away from his body, where they’d settled, sticking to his damp skin.
His hips moved as well, as Rodney knelt between Carson’s spread thighs. The man was a veritable feast, just for him, Rodney thought to himself, his mouth watering as his mind played possibilities of how he could dry Carson in surprising detail. He leant over, using his hands to support himself as he licked a long stripe up Carson’s leg, over a knee and up a strong muscular thigh. The hair brushed against his lips, his check, and Rodney reveled in the feel of it, knowing that he was with another man, that he was with Carson.
Carson shivered under Rodney as Rodney continued with gentle licks at the juncture of his hips and thigh. Then, slithering back, Rodney repeated the same motion on Carson’s other leg.
By the time Rodney had finished with Carson’s legs, Carson was moaning softly, eyes heavy lidded, watching Rodney’s every move. He watched as Rodney held his hand gently as a soft tongue began to lap at his fingers, slowly taking the digit into his mouth, lovingly sucking on it as if it were a small penis, to which Carson moaned and tilted his hips up in offer.
Rodney snuffled a laugh around Carson’s fingers, repeating the actions on his other hand.
Everything Rodney did to one side of Carson’s body was immediately mirrored down to the last lap of tongue, and it was driving Carson out of his mind.
Carson knew his skin had dried off in the air long ago, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, too lost in Rodney’s ministrations on his body, playing with his mind in such a sexual way.
Rodney was kissing, licking his way from Carson’s neck down his chest, pausing to stop at one tightened nipple, grazing it gently with his teeth. Hell, Rodney hadn’t even gone anywhere near his dick, but he was hard, he was leaking, and he needed now.
Carson opened his mouth to tell Rodney to hurry up, to do something, to touch him, but Rodney was oblivious, so focused on pleasing Carson, attached to Carson’s chest like it was his last breath.
Carson tried to move his arms, tried to pry Rodney away. He was too close to the edge. Rodney had pushed him too close to the edge, and now he was going to come and there was no way he could stop it…
Rodney glanced up at Carson as he felt the man begin to struggle, a pained look on Carson’s face as he felt something warm hit his chest from where he was bent over Carson, nuzzling at the man’s ribcage. The Scot was amazing, spread out for him, letting Rodney do anything he wanted.
He watched as Carson’s face cleared into a soft smile, eyes opening to reveal clear blue as his lover breathed out a soft sigh.
“Oh Rodney,” Carson murmured, bringing one hand up to Rodney’s chest, carding his fingers through the still warm mess he found, “You’re wonderful to me you know.”
Rodney stared, moving back to sit on his heels. But Carson had fallen asleep, the hand that had been on his chest, now limp at his side.
Carson had come without him. Carson had come and not said anything, leaving Rodney with an aching dick that needed release now.
Rodney slicked his hand through the mess on Carson’s skin, and began stroking himself firmly. He’d tried his best to keep his need in check, but seeing Carson like this now, knowing that his lover had come with no help, had Rodney over the edge, spilling his own seed on Carson’s skin.
Moving gently beside Carson, Rodney decided that he could wait until morning to clean this particular mess.
Author: Garneteve
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Summary: Rodney and Carson try something a little different from a towel.
Written for: kink_bingo
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Please feel free to point out any mistakes. Thankyou. Feedback is kittens.
“Hold still.”
Carson moaned and moved again.
“I can’t dry you while you’re moving about like that,” Rodney told his lover and sat back to work.
Carson lay before him on a thick white towel, skin pink and wet from the shower he’d just had, encouraged by Rodney to lay down without drying himself. Rodney would take care of that.
Carson moved again, shifting his legs wider, a cheeky smirk on his face, a sly glint in his eye. He reached down, palming and lifting his sac, up and away from his body, where they’d settled, sticking to his damp skin.
His hips moved as well, as Rodney knelt between Carson’s spread thighs. The man was a veritable feast, just for him, Rodney thought to himself, his mouth watering as his mind played possibilities of how he could dry Carson in surprising detail. He leant over, using his hands to support himself as he licked a long stripe up Carson’s leg, over a knee and up a strong muscular thigh. The hair brushed against his lips, his check, and Rodney reveled in the feel of it, knowing that he was with another man, that he was with Carson.
Carson shivered under Rodney as Rodney continued with gentle licks at the juncture of his hips and thigh. Then, slithering back, Rodney repeated the same motion on Carson’s other leg.
By the time Rodney had finished with Carson’s legs, Carson was moaning softly, eyes heavy lidded, watching Rodney’s every move. He watched as Rodney held his hand gently as a soft tongue began to lap at his fingers, slowly taking the digit into his mouth, lovingly sucking on it as if it were a small penis, to which Carson moaned and tilted his hips up in offer.
Rodney snuffled a laugh around Carson’s fingers, repeating the actions on his other hand.
Everything Rodney did to one side of Carson’s body was immediately mirrored down to the last lap of tongue, and it was driving Carson out of his mind.
Carson knew his skin had dried off in the air long ago, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, too lost in Rodney’s ministrations on his body, playing with his mind in such a sexual way.
Rodney was kissing, licking his way from Carson’s neck down his chest, pausing to stop at one tightened nipple, grazing it gently with his teeth. Hell, Rodney hadn’t even gone anywhere near his dick, but he was hard, he was leaking, and he needed now.
Carson opened his mouth to tell Rodney to hurry up, to do something, to touch him, but Rodney was oblivious, so focused on pleasing Carson, attached to Carson’s chest like it was his last breath.
Carson tried to move his arms, tried to pry Rodney away. He was too close to the edge. Rodney had pushed him too close to the edge, and now he was going to come and there was no way he could stop it…
Rodney glanced up at Carson as he felt the man begin to struggle, a pained look on Carson’s face as he felt something warm hit his chest from where he was bent over Carson, nuzzling at the man’s ribcage. The Scot was amazing, spread out for him, letting Rodney do anything he wanted.
He watched as Carson’s face cleared into a soft smile, eyes opening to reveal clear blue as his lover breathed out a soft sigh.
“Oh Rodney,” Carson murmured, bringing one hand up to Rodney’s chest, carding his fingers through the still warm mess he found, “You’re wonderful to me you know.”
Rodney stared, moving back to sit on his heels. But Carson had fallen asleep, the hand that had been on his chest, now limp at his side.
Carson had come without him. Carson had come and not said anything, leaving Rodney with an aching dick that needed release now.
Rodney slicked his hand through the mess on Carson’s skin, and began stroking himself firmly. He’d tried his best to keep his need in check, but seeing Carson like this now, knowing that his lover had come with no help, had Rodney over the edge, spilling his own seed on Carson’s skin.
Moving gently beside Carson, Rodney decided that he could wait until morning to clean this particular mess.