Mini NaNoWriMo update - Bathing Fantasy, original m/m, NC-17
Title: Bathing Fantasy
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Original m/m
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dom/sub play
Word Count: 1188
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine. They came out of my head and therefore belong to me.
A/N: Same couple as in Mine and Lazy Saturday Morning.
Summary: A Master misses his boy, a boy misses his Master.
I really hate being away from you, my lovely boy. I know that unless I've given you permission, you won't be doing anything I don't allow you to, but I get lonely without you. I miss your sounds, your kisses, your sweet hands on me. It's not about being your Master - but also your lover. I do love you, even though I don't think I say it nearly often enough. Ah, sweet, sweet boy, you flatter me. Don't tell me I do when I don't. I think I want you to be silent now. Just listen to me. And yes - you may come but please, wait until I tell you. And if I give you permission to speak, you will. Understood? Good. My lovely boy, I want you to lie down on our bed. I know you're naked. You're going to need a shower after we've talked.
If I were there it would be a bath, you know. I don't mind showers but I do prefer baths, to let the warm scented water surround us. Yes, I am a hedonist, and proud of it. I like to feel good. I also like to make you feel good. Oh yes, lovely one, moan like that again... you do distract me. But yes. If I were there, we'd be about to sink into a lovely warm bath, already prepared by you with my favourite herbal scented bubbles in it. You know what pleases me - and when you shower, use the gel so you can smell like that and remember me. Oh you wouldn't forget me? I know that, my boy. I do know that. But it will help you feel good.
So we would sink into the water and I would settle against the tub wall, and you would lay down with me. I love the way your skin feels against me, and I would hold you so tightly, pressing kisses to your warm, damp skin. Love your moans. You don't ask for more, though, just the kisses are enough for now.
Time would pass, I don't know how long, but enough for me to realise that we couldn't stay in there all night. So that would be when I'd bathe you. No washcloth or loofah, but just my hands, shower gel and your skin. Soapy hands on beautiful slick skin, preparing your body for me. Preparing for you to be kissed all over, from head to toe.
I'd linger for a really long time, because I love feeling you all slick and wet and turned on. Fingers running over your nipples, hearing your whimpers as I pluck them, sliding down to palm your cock, whispering not to let go, knowing how much you want to but not letting you. Not yet. It's way too soon. You don't really want to come yet - it's a formality, a plea - and yes, on occasion, I do grant the permission but it's rare, and you know that as well as I do. So it's not really a genuine plea, more a subtle pushing of lines. I press back by stroking your lovely cock a few times, but not enough to make the need deeper.
Then I have you clean me, not as slowly as I have done you, because you are cleaning me in a more functional way - though it still feels wonderful, because it's your hands on my skin too, but still, it's quicker, less lingering. And soon it's time for us to get out.
I don't want pain for you tonight, and you don't want it either - though I do ask, so we make our way into the bedroom, and I lay you down naked, just like you are right now. Cock pointing up and body almost ready for me now. Now, my sweet boy, tell me what happens after you bring your knees up to your chest...
"Yes, Master," and I hear you moaning, knowing your other hand is doing what I am hearing described to me. "I feel... your fingers, slicking my hole, then stretching my slick hole, making me ready for you. Ready to please you, Master."
Silent again now, my boy, let me take us there. It won't be long. Yes I am hard and leaking and I would love your mouth on my cock right now... but will just have to imagine it. No, I'm not playing there, I prefer to have you do that, I don't really get much out of playing with my ass. I know you do, and I want to see it again very soon. I do when you're watching... but only then. Yes.
So I would be slicking you and I'm probably teasing you by this stage, you're so hot inside, and I'm pressing hard on your prostate, making you moan deeply, the way that nearly makes me come on its own, and you know that, that's a part of why you're doing it, isn't it, you minx? Don't laugh when I'm being seductive, you are a minx. And of course I knew you were doing it deliberately.
Sliding my fingers out, I slick my cock quickly, and lean over you, another endless series of kisses happens as my cock presses against your hole, and then in, because you're so stretched all you have to do is push up a little and I push down and I'm buried in you, groaning into our kiss. You feel so incredibly amazing and hot around me, my love. I don't want to move. I don't ever want to be anywhere but inside you, my love. But I know I have to move, and soon. I am already feeling the burn, but I linger just a little longer, savouring the feel of you around me.
Then long, slow thrusting, almost all the way out of you, but never letting our connection sever completely, then slamming back into you as you beg me for more, harder, and I'm fucking you harder and harder, building a rhythm and reaching between us to stroke your cock again, this time letting you come when you ask - or is that scream - permission to. And yes, you may come now... I'm coming.
That wasn't as long a pause as usual... but then we can usually talk right after, it's doing anything else that can be difficult, isn't it? Like moving. But when you do, you use that gel. I want you to use it so you'll smell like that when I come home.
Soon, love. Just a couple more days until this is sorted out and I will be home.
Love you too.
Yes, of course I'll call you every night until I get home. I don't have any night meetings and I don't care to go out when it's not with you.
Yes, just like this. Or maybe with us doing different things in the fantasy.
Maybe, but I like that better when we're together. Still... I'll think about it.
Feeling a little more able to move? Yes. Go ahead and shower. I'll talk to you again tomorrow.
I love you.
And I hang up the phone, missing you already.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Original m/m
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, dom/sub play
Word Count: 1188
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine. They came out of my head and therefore belong to me.
A/N: Same couple as in Mine and Lazy Saturday Morning.
Summary: A Master misses his boy, a boy misses his Master.
I really hate being away from you, my lovely boy. I know that unless I've given you permission, you won't be doing anything I don't allow you to, but I get lonely without you. I miss your sounds, your kisses, your sweet hands on me. It's not about being your Master - but also your lover. I do love you, even though I don't think I say it nearly often enough. Ah, sweet, sweet boy, you flatter me. Don't tell me I do when I don't. I think I want you to be silent now. Just listen to me. And yes - you may come but please, wait until I tell you. And if I give you permission to speak, you will. Understood? Good. My lovely boy, I want you to lie down on our bed. I know you're naked. You're going to need a shower after we've talked.
If I were there it would be a bath, you know. I don't mind showers but I do prefer baths, to let the warm scented water surround us. Yes, I am a hedonist, and proud of it. I like to feel good. I also like to make you feel good. Oh yes, lovely one, moan like that again... you do distract me. But yes. If I were there, we'd be about to sink into a lovely warm bath, already prepared by you with my favourite herbal scented bubbles in it. You know what pleases me - and when you shower, use the gel so you can smell like that and remember me. Oh you wouldn't forget me? I know that, my boy. I do know that. But it will help you feel good.
So we would sink into the water and I would settle against the tub wall, and you would lay down with me. I love the way your skin feels against me, and I would hold you so tightly, pressing kisses to your warm, damp skin. Love your moans. You don't ask for more, though, just the kisses are enough for now.
Time would pass, I don't know how long, but enough for me to realise that we couldn't stay in there all night. So that would be when I'd bathe you. No washcloth or loofah, but just my hands, shower gel and your skin. Soapy hands on beautiful slick skin, preparing your body for me. Preparing for you to be kissed all over, from head to toe.
I'd linger for a really long time, because I love feeling you all slick and wet and turned on. Fingers running over your nipples, hearing your whimpers as I pluck them, sliding down to palm your cock, whispering not to let go, knowing how much you want to but not letting you. Not yet. It's way too soon. You don't really want to come yet - it's a formality, a plea - and yes, on occasion, I do grant the permission but it's rare, and you know that as well as I do. So it's not really a genuine plea, more a subtle pushing of lines. I press back by stroking your lovely cock a few times, but not enough to make the need deeper.
Then I have you clean me, not as slowly as I have done you, because you are cleaning me in a more functional way - though it still feels wonderful, because it's your hands on my skin too, but still, it's quicker, less lingering. And soon it's time for us to get out.
I don't want pain for you tonight, and you don't want it either - though I do ask, so we make our way into the bedroom, and I lay you down naked, just like you are right now. Cock pointing up and body almost ready for me now. Now, my sweet boy, tell me what happens after you bring your knees up to your chest...
"Yes, Master," and I hear you moaning, knowing your other hand is doing what I am hearing described to me. "I feel... your fingers, slicking my hole, then stretching my slick hole, making me ready for you. Ready to please you, Master."
Silent again now, my boy, let me take us there. It won't be long. Yes I am hard and leaking and I would love your mouth on my cock right now... but will just have to imagine it. No, I'm not playing there, I prefer to have you do that, I don't really get much out of playing with my ass. I know you do, and I want to see it again very soon. I do when you're watching... but only then. Yes.
So I would be slicking you and I'm probably teasing you by this stage, you're so hot inside, and I'm pressing hard on your prostate, making you moan deeply, the way that nearly makes me come on its own, and you know that, that's a part of why you're doing it, isn't it, you minx? Don't laugh when I'm being seductive, you are a minx. And of course I knew you were doing it deliberately.
Sliding my fingers out, I slick my cock quickly, and lean over you, another endless series of kisses happens as my cock presses against your hole, and then in, because you're so stretched all you have to do is push up a little and I push down and I'm buried in you, groaning into our kiss. You feel so incredibly amazing and hot around me, my love. I don't want to move. I don't ever want to be anywhere but inside you, my love. But I know I have to move, and soon. I am already feeling the burn, but I linger just a little longer, savouring the feel of you around me.
Then long, slow thrusting, almost all the way out of you, but never letting our connection sever completely, then slamming back into you as you beg me for more, harder, and I'm fucking you harder and harder, building a rhythm and reaching between us to stroke your cock again, this time letting you come when you ask - or is that scream - permission to. And yes, you may come now... I'm coming.
That wasn't as long a pause as usual... but then we can usually talk right after, it's doing anything else that can be difficult, isn't it? Like moving. But when you do, you use that gel. I want you to use it so you'll smell like that when I come home.
Soon, love. Just a couple more days until this is sorted out and I will be home.
Love you too.
Yes, of course I'll call you every night until I get home. I don't have any night meetings and I don't care to go out when it's not with you.
Yes, just like this. Or maybe with us doing different things in the fantasy.
Maybe, but I like that better when we're together. Still... I'll think about it.
Feeling a little more able to move? Yes. Go ahead and shower. I'll talk to you again tomorrow.
I love you.
And I hang up the phone, missing you already.