Breakfast in Bed
Title: Breakfast in Bed
Characters: Connor/Lester
Rating/warning: 18 - Messy man sex
Synopsis: This was not what Connor was expecting by breakfast in bed.
Word count: 1111
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Primeval.
AN: This was written in response to the prompt "messy sex" in the Sunday chat over at primeval_denial
“Stay still.” Lester ordered.
“When you said ‘breakfast in bed’ this was not what I had in mind.” returned Connor, his voice muffled by a pillow.
Lester looked at the feast laid out in front of him. Connor lay on his front in the middle of the large bed, naked, his flawless body displayed to him. Connor’s shoulders were decorated with fresh plump strawberries, his back dotted with slices of sticky, juicy mango. A well of chocolate sauce pooled in the small of his back.
Lester, also naked, now lay on the bed next to his lover, propping himself up on one elbow. Connor looked up at him and gave him that heart melting smile.
“Do I at least get a strawberry?”
“You’re very demanding for a table.” Lester admonished him. He picked up a strawberry by the stalk and dipped it into the chocolate, smearing it further along Connor’s back as he did. He lifted the fruit to his lips and bit into it. Teasing Connor, he made a show of moaning around the fruit, his eyes closed as he savoured the flavours.
Connor’s eyes widened at the sight and he licked his lips. Lester picked up a slice of the mango and repeated the manoeuvre, this time flicking his tongue out to catch the drip of juice that ran down his chin.
“Please.” begged Connor, unable and unwilling to keep the needy tone from his voice. His cock was growing hard under him, trapped between his belly and the mattress. He could see Lester’s growing arousal too and couldn’t decide which he wanted to taste first.
Lester picked up another strawberry and used it to run a trail of chocolate up Connor’s back, feeling the young man shiver under the sensation. He put the strawberry into his mouth and chewed before leaning forwards and using his tongue to follow the line of chocolate. Connor’s muscles quivered beneath his skin and he let out a soft moan.
The older man plucked another piece of mango from his body with his teeth and chewed it thoughtfully.
“Hmm. You’ve been good so far. You can have a reward.” He picked up a strawberry and fed it to his young lover luxuriating in the way Connor nibbled at the fruit. He groaned when Connor suddenly flicked out his tongue to lick Lester’s fingers. The heat and dexterity of the young man’s tongue got him every time, but he recovered quickly.
“Now that is not the way a table behaves. Fortunately I’m in a forgiving mood.”
Lester pulled back again, another piece of mango in his fingers. He put one end in his mouth, holding it between his teeth. Lying down he leaned forwards. Connor opened his mouth to take the offered fruit. It was cool and sweet and juicy and he moaned around it, the moan deepening as Lester continued the movement and brought their mouths together in a messy kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss again before he got too carried away, but was not willing to leave Connor’s mouth alone. He dipped a finger into the chocolate and brought it round to Connor’s mouth. Tracing the soft flesh with his finger he painted Connor’s lips with the sweet sauce.
“Don’t lick.” he breathed before picking up another slice of mango. He ran it over Connor’s lips too, the sticky juice coating the chocolate, a small drip running down his face. Lester slowly chewed the mango slice while he watched Connor fighting the urge to lick his lips. God he looked delicious. He couldn’t take it any longer and he rushed forward to lick those delectable lips. Connor’s tongue flicked out again, licking his own lips, licking Lester’s, meeting Lester’s tongue. It turned into another deep, sticky, messy, sweet, hungry kiss.
Without breaking the kiss Lester reached under the pillow and pulled out a bottle of lube. He flicked it open and using his fingers to guide him squeezed a generous amount into the cleft between Connors buttocks. Connor moaned into the kiss as Lester’s fingers explored his opening; probing, stretching, stroking.
Connor moved to roll over, to face Lester, but Lester stopped him, holding him in place with the fingers he had buried inside him. The older man pulled back from the kiss and moved to kneel behind Connor. He lowered himself down, slicking his cock with lube.
Connor felt the blunt tip of Lester’s hard on pressing against him and another deep moan escaped him. His fingers dug into the pillow under his head as he felt himself being filled by his lover. Lester moaned out a breath and leant forwards, pressing his body against Connor’s.
As his stomach pressed against the small of Connor’s back the chocolate sauce oozed against them, spreading out against their skin. Mango slices slid between their bodies as Lester pressed his chest to Connor’s back. Two strawberries that still decorated the young man’s shoulders burst between their bodies, spilling out soft flesh and juice.
Lester moved inside Connor, rubbing their bodies together and nipping at his neck. He slipped two fingers between their bodies, coating them in the sweet, sticky mixture. He brought his fingers to his lover’s lips and Connor’s sucked them into his mouth greedily. Connor’s tongue wound itself around Lester’s fingers as he sucked them clean while Lester kept up his steady pace bringing them both closer to orgasm.
Connor groaned with disappointment when the fingers were removed from his mouth, but then Lester slid his arm under his body and hooked it around his waist. Lester knelt up, pulling Connor with him, keeping their bodies flush together.
He manoeuvred a hand between them again, coating it before snaking his arm around Connor’s body and wrapping his hand around his cock, his other arm still holding Connor close to him around his waist.
Connor gasped at the sensation. The mixture of food was sticky yet slippery and as Lester pumped his hand and thrust hard into him, hitting his sweet spot over and over again he could feel his orgasm fast approaching.
Lester felt Connor’s stomach muscles tremble under his splayed fingers and he increased his efforts. He felt Conner’s hot come splash over his hand, mingling with the strawberries, mango and chocolate as Connor cried out. That, coupled with Connor’s muscles tightening around him, was enough to bring Lester’s own orgasm crashing through him.
They collapsed, messy, sweaty and breathless together onto the bed. Connor rolled over and looked at Lester, taking in the mess. A grin spread over his face and a giggle escaped his lips.
“I’m still hungry you know.”
Lester couldn’t help but return the smile.
Characters: Connor/Lester
Rating/warning: 18 - Messy man sex
Synopsis: This was not what Connor was expecting by breakfast in bed.
Word count: 1111
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Primeval.
AN: This was written in response to the prompt "messy sex" in the Sunday chat over at primeval_denial
“Stay still.” Lester ordered.
“When you said ‘breakfast in bed’ this was not what I had in mind.” returned Connor, his voice muffled by a pillow.
Lester looked at the feast laid out in front of him. Connor lay on his front in the middle of the large bed, naked, his flawless body displayed to him. Connor’s shoulders were decorated with fresh plump strawberries, his back dotted with slices of sticky, juicy mango. A well of chocolate sauce pooled in the small of his back.
Lester, also naked, now lay on the bed next to his lover, propping himself up on one elbow. Connor looked up at him and gave him that heart melting smile.
“Do I at least get a strawberry?”
“You’re very demanding for a table.” Lester admonished him. He picked up a strawberry by the stalk and dipped it into the chocolate, smearing it further along Connor’s back as he did. He lifted the fruit to his lips and bit into it. Teasing Connor, he made a show of moaning around the fruit, his eyes closed as he savoured the flavours.
Connor’s eyes widened at the sight and he licked his lips. Lester picked up a slice of the mango and repeated the manoeuvre, this time flicking his tongue out to catch the drip of juice that ran down his chin.
“Please.” begged Connor, unable and unwilling to keep the needy tone from his voice. His cock was growing hard under him, trapped between his belly and the mattress. He could see Lester’s growing arousal too and couldn’t decide which he wanted to taste first.
Lester picked up another strawberry and used it to run a trail of chocolate up Connor’s back, feeling the young man shiver under the sensation. He put the strawberry into his mouth and chewed before leaning forwards and using his tongue to follow the line of chocolate. Connor’s muscles quivered beneath his skin and he let out a soft moan.
The older man plucked another piece of mango from his body with his teeth and chewed it thoughtfully.
“Hmm. You’ve been good so far. You can have a reward.” He picked up a strawberry and fed it to his young lover luxuriating in the way Connor nibbled at the fruit. He groaned when Connor suddenly flicked out his tongue to lick Lester’s fingers. The heat and dexterity of the young man’s tongue got him every time, but he recovered quickly.
“Now that is not the way a table behaves. Fortunately I’m in a forgiving mood.”
Lester pulled back again, another piece of mango in his fingers. He put one end in his mouth, holding it between his teeth. Lying down he leaned forwards. Connor opened his mouth to take the offered fruit. It was cool and sweet and juicy and he moaned around it, the moan deepening as Lester continued the movement and brought their mouths together in a messy kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss again before he got too carried away, but was not willing to leave Connor’s mouth alone. He dipped a finger into the chocolate and brought it round to Connor’s mouth. Tracing the soft flesh with his finger he painted Connor’s lips with the sweet sauce.
“Don’t lick.” he breathed before picking up another slice of mango. He ran it over Connor’s lips too, the sticky juice coating the chocolate, a small drip running down his face. Lester slowly chewed the mango slice while he watched Connor fighting the urge to lick his lips. God he looked delicious. He couldn’t take it any longer and he rushed forward to lick those delectable lips. Connor’s tongue flicked out again, licking his own lips, licking Lester’s, meeting Lester’s tongue. It turned into another deep, sticky, messy, sweet, hungry kiss.
Without breaking the kiss Lester reached under the pillow and pulled out a bottle of lube. He flicked it open and using his fingers to guide him squeezed a generous amount into the cleft between Connors buttocks. Connor moaned into the kiss as Lester’s fingers explored his opening; probing, stretching, stroking.
Connor moved to roll over, to face Lester, but Lester stopped him, holding him in place with the fingers he had buried inside him. The older man pulled back from the kiss and moved to kneel behind Connor. He lowered himself down, slicking his cock with lube.
Connor felt the blunt tip of Lester’s hard on pressing against him and another deep moan escaped him. His fingers dug into the pillow under his head as he felt himself being filled by his lover. Lester moaned out a breath and leant forwards, pressing his body against Connor’s.
As his stomach pressed against the small of Connor’s back the chocolate sauce oozed against them, spreading out against their skin. Mango slices slid between their bodies as Lester pressed his chest to Connor’s back. Two strawberries that still decorated the young man’s shoulders burst between their bodies, spilling out soft flesh and juice.
Lester moved inside Connor, rubbing their bodies together and nipping at his neck. He slipped two fingers between their bodies, coating them in the sweet, sticky mixture. He brought his fingers to his lover’s lips and Connor’s sucked them into his mouth greedily. Connor’s tongue wound itself around Lester’s fingers as he sucked them clean while Lester kept up his steady pace bringing them both closer to orgasm.
Connor groaned with disappointment when the fingers were removed from his mouth, but then Lester slid his arm under his body and hooked it around his waist. Lester knelt up, pulling Connor with him, keeping their bodies flush together.
He manoeuvred a hand between them again, coating it before snaking his arm around Connor’s body and wrapping his hand around his cock, his other arm still holding Connor close to him around his waist.
Connor gasped at the sensation. The mixture of food was sticky yet slippery and as Lester pumped his hand and thrust hard into him, hitting his sweet spot over and over again he could feel his orgasm fast approaching.
Lester felt Connor’s stomach muscles tremble under his splayed fingers and he increased his efforts. He felt Conner’s hot come splash over his hand, mingling with the strawberries, mango and chocolate as Connor cried out. That, coupled with Connor’s muscles tightening around him, was enough to bring Lester’s own orgasm crashing through him.
They collapsed, messy, sweaty and breathless together onto the bed. Connor rolled over and looked at Lester, taking in the mess. A grin spread over his face and a giggle escaped his lips.
“I’m still hungry you know.”
Lester couldn’t help but return the smile.