Edging (A Spangel A~Z Ficlet)
Fandom: Angel(Buffyverse)
Rating: E
Pairing:Spangel
Word Count:1042
Warnings: Smut, submissive Spike, edging, toy usage, light bondage, dirty talk, anal fingering, anal, degradation kink, Spike needs to learn when to shut up, Sire/Childe dynamics
Summary: Spike gets what he wanted, and then some.
Angelus was a deliciously cruel bastard when he wanted to be, and the same held true for Angel, just set between longer spans of time before those old proclivities popped up in the bedroom. Sometimes, too long a span.
This time around, Spike had damn near had to beg him to let the demon out for a bit of play. As expected, Spike got what he asked for, in spades.
He was cuffed to the headboard, arms stretched taut above him as his head rested on the pillow, face turned to the side so as not to muffle the endless sounds falling from his lips. Legs spread almost painfully wide with his knees tucked up towards his chest. The artist in Angel always did love the sight of him bent in such contrasting angles, ass high and back sloped downward, all smooth planes and sharp, jutting bones beneath pale skin. Always so beautiful, but never more so than when he was left on the edge for hours on end, the ends of his bleached-blonde curls damp with sweat as he exerted every ounce of self-control.
Spike rocked back as best as he could from his hindered position, desperate for friction on his leaking cockhead. Angel humored him in allowing the jerky movements, knowing they would bring him no relief.
“Had enough?” Angel smirked down at Spike as he slowed his hand, pulling the dark red vibrator almost all the way out of his slick hole before inching it back in. “I think your record is still five hours, but if you wanna surrender before we even get halfway there, just say the word, boy.”
“Hnnh…no, ‘s not so bad yet for all that, Peaches.” Spike leaned into the movement of the vibrator with a soft moan. “Think you might be losin’ your touch, ‘Gelus; at this rate, I could go all night.”
“Really? Well, if this isn’t enough for you, I could always put the cockring on you, leave the vibrator on high and just use that oh-so-clever mouth of yours to keep my cock nice and wet for the rest of the evening. Keep all your greedy little holes full”, Angel angled the slim toy up on the next instroke, pressing the tip of it against Spike’s prostate and drawing a loud whimper from him. The ever-increasing scent of arousal in the air filled his senses and made his cock throb with want. Time to ramp things up a notch so that he could at least get himself off while he waited for Spike to break. “Such a little slut for me, aren’t you Spike? Look at you, boy, spread out like a pretty little feast for anyone to come and partake of. Tight hole clenching like it can’t get enough. Fuck, William, always such a perfect little whore for me, aren’t you?”
“Christ...Sire!” Spike keened out pathetically, tugging uselessly at the cuffs chaining him to the headboard as he pushed himself back against Angel’s thrusting hand. “More, gods, please, need more.”
Angel smirked down at Spike as he craned his neck around to look back at him, his hand fisting his cock and stroking it slowly as Spike watched out of the corner of his eye. Angel slid the vibrator out, replacing the toy with two thick fingers to stretch him open wider. Spike let out a loud moan and Angel added a third finger, thrusting the digits slowly as he reached over to grab the bottle of lube.
Fingers still thrusting, he popped the cap and poured a small amount of lube onto his cock, quickly tossing it aside and taking himself back in hand to spread the slick liquid along the aching shaft. Spike’s whimpers were nearly endless now as Angel pulled his fingers out to tug harshly at the rim of his clenching hole.
Draping himself over Spike’s contorted frame, he withdrew his fingers and pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscle, holding himself there as he flicked his tongue along the shell of Spike’s ear.
“Still think I’ve lost my touch, Spike?” Angel nipped at his earlobe, the weight of his broad chest against Spike’s back keeping him from pushing back to take him further in. “You’re really gonna wish that you’d considered your words more wisely, boy.”
“Gods, no, definitely not lost it. Please, oh, fuck...please, Angel, Sire, fuck me!” Spike keened, muscles twisting as he fought to buck back against Angel’s firm bulk. “C’mon, fill me up, ‘Gelus, let me feel it. Fuck me, luv.”
“Thought that might have you singing a different tune.” Angel pushed forward, sheathing his cock within Spike in one quick thrust. Spike moaned in tortured relief at the welcomed intrusion and Angel let out a harsh grunt. “So fucking tight, even after all that prep. Jesus, boy, not going to last long after watching you rutting back against that fucking toy for two hours.”
Angel hefted his weight off Spike’s straining spine and pulled back, his cock dragging through the vice-like grip of his clenching walls, his hips angling up as he thrust forward to plunge into the greedy hole again, the tip rubbing over Spike’s prostate to pull needy grunts from his lips.
“Sire, oh fuck! Yes, right there, luv, harder.”
Angel growled and began a brutal pace, his cock thrusting quick and sharp, hands gripping tight at Spike’s waist.
“Fuck, gonna come.”
Angel thrust twice more and stilled within Spike, his climax washing over him as he let out a loud groan. Spike tried to buck again as he felt Angel’s warm seed filling him, his cock aching and trapped beneath him.
“Can I come? Fuck, Angel, please, can I come?”
Angel restarted his slow thrusts, his cock still half-hard, and let out a sated growl.
“Don’t even think about it, boy. I think it’s time we broke your old record, by at least an hour. You did say you felt like you could go all night, and you know one round’s never enough for me.”
Spike whined out a wordless complaint and tugged at the handcuffs in futility.
“You’re a right bastard sometimes, Angel.”
“You’re the one who started this, Spike, beggars don’t get to be choosy about the details.”
Rating: E
Pairing:Spangel
Word Count:1042
Warnings: Smut, submissive Spike, edging, toy usage, light bondage, dirty talk, anal fingering, anal, degradation kink, Spike needs to learn when to shut up, Sire/Childe dynamics
Summary: Spike gets what he wanted, and then some.
Angelus was a deliciously cruel bastard when he wanted to be, and the same held true for Angel, just set between longer spans of time before those old proclivities popped up in the bedroom. Sometimes, too long a span.
This time around, Spike had damn near had to beg him to let the demon out for a bit of play. As expected, Spike got what he asked for, in spades.
He was cuffed to the headboard, arms stretched taut above him as his head rested on the pillow, face turned to the side so as not to muffle the endless sounds falling from his lips. Legs spread almost painfully wide with his knees tucked up towards his chest. The artist in Angel always did love the sight of him bent in such contrasting angles, ass high and back sloped downward, all smooth planes and sharp, jutting bones beneath pale skin. Always so beautiful, but never more so than when he was left on the edge for hours on end, the ends of his bleached-blonde curls damp with sweat as he exerted every ounce of self-control.
Spike rocked back as best as he could from his hindered position, desperate for friction on his leaking cockhead. Angel humored him in allowing the jerky movements, knowing they would bring him no relief.
“Had enough?” Angel smirked down at Spike as he slowed his hand, pulling the dark red vibrator almost all the way out of his slick hole before inching it back in. “I think your record is still five hours, but if you wanna surrender before we even get halfway there, just say the word, boy.”
“Hnnh…no, ‘s not so bad yet for all that, Peaches.” Spike leaned into the movement of the vibrator with a soft moan. “Think you might be losin’ your touch, ‘Gelus; at this rate, I could go all night.”
“Really? Well, if this isn’t enough for you, I could always put the cockring on you, leave the vibrator on high and just use that oh-so-clever mouth of yours to keep my cock nice and wet for the rest of the evening. Keep all your greedy little holes full”, Angel angled the slim toy up on the next instroke, pressing the tip of it against Spike’s prostate and drawing a loud whimper from him. The ever-increasing scent of arousal in the air filled his senses and made his cock throb with want. Time to ramp things up a notch so that he could at least get himself off while he waited for Spike to break. “Such a little slut for me, aren’t you Spike? Look at you, boy, spread out like a pretty little feast for anyone to come and partake of. Tight hole clenching like it can’t get enough. Fuck, William, always such a perfect little whore for me, aren’t you?”
“Christ...Sire!” Spike keened out pathetically, tugging uselessly at the cuffs chaining him to the headboard as he pushed himself back against Angel’s thrusting hand. “More, gods, please, need more.”
Angel smirked down at Spike as he craned his neck around to look back at him, his hand fisting his cock and stroking it slowly as Spike watched out of the corner of his eye. Angel slid the vibrator out, replacing the toy with two thick fingers to stretch him open wider. Spike let out a loud moan and Angel added a third finger, thrusting the digits slowly as he reached over to grab the bottle of lube.
Fingers still thrusting, he popped the cap and poured a small amount of lube onto his cock, quickly tossing it aside and taking himself back in hand to spread the slick liquid along the aching shaft. Spike’s whimpers were nearly endless now as Angel pulled his fingers out to tug harshly at the rim of his clenching hole.
Draping himself over Spike’s contorted frame, he withdrew his fingers and pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscle, holding himself there as he flicked his tongue along the shell of Spike’s ear.
“Still think I’ve lost my touch, Spike?” Angel nipped at his earlobe, the weight of his broad chest against Spike’s back keeping him from pushing back to take him further in. “You’re really gonna wish that you’d considered your words more wisely, boy.”
“Gods, no, definitely not lost it. Please, oh, fuck...please, Angel, Sire, fuck me!” Spike keened, muscles twisting as he fought to buck back against Angel’s firm bulk. “C’mon, fill me up, ‘Gelus, let me feel it. Fuck me, luv.”
“Thought that might have you singing a different tune.” Angel pushed forward, sheathing his cock within Spike in one quick thrust. Spike moaned in tortured relief at the welcomed intrusion and Angel let out a harsh grunt. “So fucking tight, even after all that prep. Jesus, boy, not going to last long after watching you rutting back against that fucking toy for two hours.”
Angel hefted his weight off Spike’s straining spine and pulled back, his cock dragging through the vice-like grip of his clenching walls, his hips angling up as he thrust forward to plunge into the greedy hole again, the tip rubbing over Spike’s prostate to pull needy grunts from his lips.
“Sire, oh fuck! Yes, right there, luv, harder.”
Angel growled and began a brutal pace, his cock thrusting quick and sharp, hands gripping tight at Spike’s waist.
“Fuck, gonna come.”
Angel thrust twice more and stilled within Spike, his climax washing over him as he let out a loud groan. Spike tried to buck again as he felt Angel’s warm seed filling him, his cock aching and trapped beneath him.
“Can I come? Fuck, Angel, please, can I come?”
Angel restarted his slow thrusts, his cock still half-hard, and let out a sated growl.
“Don’t even think about it, boy. I think it’s time we broke your old record, by at least an hour. You did say you felt like you could go all night, and you know one round’s never enough for me.”
Spike whined out a wordless complaint and tugged at the handcuffs in futility.
“You’re a right bastard sometimes, Angel.”
“You’re the one who started this, Spike, beggars don’t get to be choosy about the details.”