Kink Bingo Fic - Bruising or Bite Marks
Title: Bruising or Bite Marks
Author: Garneteve
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Summary: Rodney gets something he doesn't expect. And it hurts, dammit!
Written for: kink_bingo
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Please feel free to point out any mistakes. Thankyou. Feedback is kittens.
“Ow!” Rodney cried as he pushed away from his lover who was nuzzling at his neck, “What was that?”
“Oh Rodney, don’t tell me you’re hurting from a little love bite now,” Carson replied, lapping softly as the small pinch of skin that he’d nipped lightly with his teeth.
“Well I am, and that wasn’t little, you nearly took a chunk out of my neck.” Rodney protested, but Carson smiled as he noticed that he wasn’t being pushed away.
“It was just a small nip, Rodney,” Carson nipped even lighter, sighing when Rodney pushed him away.
“Well I’m not a piece of meat you can go around chewing all day,” Rodney pouted.
Rodney was standing before Carson in only his boxers, hair ruffled from where Carson had been threading his hands through the soft strands, and to Carson, well, Carson had never seen a more delicious sight.
“Come now Rodney,” Carson murmured, stepping back to take his lover in his arms again, hands skimming up Rodney’s back and bracing him still as Carson moved his hips in a circular motion, “Feel what you do to me, do you really want me to stop?”
“Well, not really,” Rodney admitted, hesitantly bringing his hands to the small of Carson’s back and just holding him there, “But no more biting.”
“You know I can’t promise that, love,” Carson replied, nuzzling into Rodney’s neck again, laving it gently with his tongue, murmuring into the warm damp skin, “You’re just so edible, so tasty, so appetizing.”
“You make me sound like a hors’d’vour,” Rodney grumbled, but didn’t pull away this time.
“But you’re more delicious, let me show you.” Carson replied, one hand sneaking between them, caressing Rodney’s skin as it moved down his torso and cupped the cotton boxers and the hardness within.
Carefully, one handed, Carson freed Rodney’s erection, taking it in hand, moving his palm up and down, the pre-come sweetening the friction over the hard shaft.
“I could just gobble you up, Rodney,” Carson murmured into Rodney’s neck, lips pinching skin lightly, so lightly that Rodney wasn’t even aware of it. “Yeah, that’s it, love.”
Carson let his hand move a little faster, precome easing the way, until Rodney was moaning out, fingers biting into Carson’s skin, and Carson knew he’d have small fingerprint bruises by morning.
But Carson hadn’t finished with Rodney just yet. Bracing Rodney against him with one hand, and jacking him off fast and hard with the other, Carson bit down hard into the juncture of Rodney’s neck and shoulder, sucking the skin trapped beneath the bite. If Rodney was going to leave bruise marks, Carson would return the favour another way.
Rodney yelled out, cursing as both his orgasm was ripped from him by Carson’s hand, helped along by the bite Carson was seemingly grinding his teeth into.
Barely able to stand in the afterglow, Rodney glared at Carson as Carson pulled back to look at him. Carson’s lips were red from the pressure he’d bitten Rodney with, not from blood, and Rodney was momentarily grateful for the fact.
“Rodney love,” Carson winced, “Do you think you could move you’re fingers away, I think you’re giving me bruises. They hurt.”
Author: Garneteve
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Summary: Rodney gets something he doesn't expect. And it hurts, dammit!
Written for: kink_bingo
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Please feel free to point out any mistakes. Thankyou. Feedback is kittens.
“Ow!” Rodney cried as he pushed away from his lover who was nuzzling at his neck, “What was that?”
“Oh Rodney, don’t tell me you’re hurting from a little love bite now,” Carson replied, lapping softly as the small pinch of skin that he’d nipped lightly with his teeth.
“Well I am, and that wasn’t little, you nearly took a chunk out of my neck.” Rodney protested, but Carson smiled as he noticed that he wasn’t being pushed away.
“It was just a small nip, Rodney,” Carson nipped even lighter, sighing when Rodney pushed him away.
“Well I’m not a piece of meat you can go around chewing all day,” Rodney pouted.
Rodney was standing before Carson in only his boxers, hair ruffled from where Carson had been threading his hands through the soft strands, and to Carson, well, Carson had never seen a more delicious sight.
“Come now Rodney,” Carson murmured, stepping back to take his lover in his arms again, hands skimming up Rodney’s back and bracing him still as Carson moved his hips in a circular motion, “Feel what you do to me, do you really want me to stop?”
“Well, not really,” Rodney admitted, hesitantly bringing his hands to the small of Carson’s back and just holding him there, “But no more biting.”
“You know I can’t promise that, love,” Carson replied, nuzzling into Rodney’s neck again, laving it gently with his tongue, murmuring into the warm damp skin, “You’re just so edible, so tasty, so appetizing.”
“You make me sound like a hors’d’vour,” Rodney grumbled, but didn’t pull away this time.
“But you’re more delicious, let me show you.” Carson replied, one hand sneaking between them, caressing Rodney’s skin as it moved down his torso and cupped the cotton boxers and the hardness within.
Carefully, one handed, Carson freed Rodney’s erection, taking it in hand, moving his palm up and down, the pre-come sweetening the friction over the hard shaft.
“I could just gobble you up, Rodney,” Carson murmured into Rodney’s neck, lips pinching skin lightly, so lightly that Rodney wasn’t even aware of it. “Yeah, that’s it, love.”
Carson let his hand move a little faster, precome easing the way, until Rodney was moaning out, fingers biting into Carson’s skin, and Carson knew he’d have small fingerprint bruises by morning.
But Carson hadn’t finished with Rodney just yet. Bracing Rodney against him with one hand, and jacking him off fast and hard with the other, Carson bit down hard into the juncture of Rodney’s neck and shoulder, sucking the skin trapped beneath the bite. If Rodney was going to leave bruise marks, Carson would return the favour another way.
Rodney yelled out, cursing as both his orgasm was ripped from him by Carson’s hand, helped along by the bite Carson was seemingly grinding his teeth into.
Barely able to stand in the afterglow, Rodney glared at Carson as Carson pulled back to look at him. Carson’s lips were red from the pressure he’d bitten Rodney with, not from blood, and Rodney was momentarily grateful for the fact.
“Rodney love,” Carson winced, “Do you think you could move you’re fingers away, I think you’re giving me bruises. They hurt.”