Let Me Go
Title: Let Me Go
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 1,070.
Rating, Warnings: 18. Dom/switch/sub. Some pissing. Hounds are reminded to clean up after themselves.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely lukadreaming for a great beta
AN2: This is set in my BLT 'verse, but can be read as a stand alone. All you need to know is that Connor is Lester and Becker's collared sub.
AN3: Sorry about formatting, LJ being a bit of a cock.
Connor woke up, warm and comfortable. He had an arm slung over Lester’s body and the comfortable weight of one of Becker’s legs over his. He would have lain there quite happily until the alarm went off if it wasn’t for the uncomfortable feeling low down in his belly.
He pouted to himself at the prospect of having to move and go to the bathroom, but with a reluctant sigh he started shuffling to get out of bed. But before he got far an arm came around his waist from behind and he was pulled firmly back against Becker’s warm body. Hot breath ghosted over his skin as Becker nestled his face into Connor’s neck.
“Morning pretty boy,” he mumbled.
“Morning Becks.” Connor let himself relax back into the embrace for a moment before his bladder reminded him again why he had been moving. He wriggled to get out of Becker’s grip.
“I have to get up. I’ll be back in a sec,” Connor whispered again, not wishing to disturb Lester.
“I don’t think so,” Becker said lazily.
“C’mon Becks. I’ll be gone two minutes.”
“Nope.”
“Becker!” Connor’s desperation meant he was no longer worried about waking Lester. He lifted his torso to get better leverage to escape, but all it did was to allow the soldier to slip his other arm around Connor’s waist and pull him tighter to him.
“I told you to stay here.” Becker’s voice was still infuriatingly laidback and Connor wondered if he had even opened his eyes yet. However he could feel Becker’s erection pressing into the small of his back.
“C’mon Becker, I need to go.”
“I believe Becker told you to stay where you are.” Lester opened his eyes and looked at him.
“James, I just need a piss, I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Connor, you have been told.”
“James!” Connor was aware there was a vague whine to his voice now, but he didn’t care. He wriggled in Becker’s grip again but all that happened was that he now had Becker’s cock pressed up against his arse.
“Now you’re getting the message, Connor.”
Connor could practically feel Becker grinning at him.
“James, could you be a love and pass the lube?”
Lester was suddenly pressed right in front Connor and an arm snaked over his hips and forced itself between Becker and Connor’s bodies. Probing fingers pushed themselves into his arse.
“You’ll be fine, Becker. He’s still wet from us both coming in him last night.”
“How handy,” Becker replied.
Lester’s hand retreated, but not far. Connor felt the tip of Becker’s cock nudge against his entrance as Lester guided it in.
“Oh, come on,” Connor groaned as Becker pushed himself into his body.
Lester removed his hand and brought it round to Connor’s cock and began to stroke it.
“You won’t be able to piss in this state, Connor, so I suggest you enjoy what you’re being given.”
Connor groaned and lay still. Becker kept their bodies close together so his thrusts were shallow but frequent. Lester kept a steady but gentle pace on his cock, enough to keep him hard and wanting more, but not enough to make him come.
Becker’s thrusts became more urgent and one of his arms lowered and pulled in tighter, putting extra pressure on Connor’s bladder.
“Fuck!” Connor exclaimed and thrust hard into Lester’s hand. But Lester didn’t respond, instead keeping up the same lazy pace. Becker, on the other hand, speeded up. He kept the pressure up on Connor’s body and Connor’s body was overwhelmed with sensation.
His prostate was now being pressed on from two sides, both from his full bladder and the fucking he was receiving from Becker. His belly was uncomfortable, but brought a strange pleasure with it and Lester’s strokes had him right on the edge. He gave up control of his own movement and let Becker’s more and more forceful thrusts push him into Lester’s hand. He was moaning wantonly with each movement and spark of sensation, but didn’t care, his mind had ceased to function some time ago.
And then Becker’s thrusts stuttered and he pushed in deep with a final thrust, groaning as he came. His hand tightened further still on Connor’s body and Connor couldn’t help but yelp as pleasure bordered on pain.
He felt Becker withdraw from inside him and a hand brushed Lester’s hand away from him. Then the arms around him were pulling him backwards and out of the bed. His feet barely touched the ground as Becker practically carried him to the bathroom and into the shower cubicle.
“Lean against me pretty boy, I’ve got you.”
Connor allowed himself to slump in Becker’s arms, leaning back against his body. One of Becker’s arms stayed firm around his middle while the other travelled down to his cock and began to stroke him in earnest.
“The quicker you come, the quicker you can piss, pretty boy,” Becker said.
Connor moaned again and tipped his head back on Becker’s shoulder. He continued to give himself over to sensation and with a shudder and a shout he came hard, shooting onto the shower floor and over Becker’s hand.
As he tried to catch his breath, Becker’s hand stayed on his slowly softening cock. Becker’s other hand came to rest directly on his bladder now and started to press into his stomach.
“Does it hurt yet, Connor?”
Connor bit his lip and nodded.
“Come on pretty boy, let go. Relax and let go for me.”
Connor grimaced again, his body having not recovered enough from his orgasm to let all the muscles relax. Becker continued to massage his bladder and the pressure on his body was intense now, until with a groan of relief his body gave in and piss shot from him and onto the floor of the shower.
“Good boy,” Becker breathed into his ear. “Feel better now?”
Connor nodded, still leaning bonelessly against the soldier’s body. Becker reached forwards and turned the shower on, spray hitting them both. Connor pulled himself together under the water and straightened, Becker finally letting him go completely. As they started to clean each other Lester came in to join them.
“Okay there now, Connor?”
Connor attempted a glare, but it quickly turned into a grin.
“Good, because you still owe me my morning blow job. Might I suggest you get on your knees?”
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 1,070.
Rating, Warnings: 18. Dom/switch/sub. Some pissing. Hounds are reminded to clean up after themselves.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely lukadreaming for a great beta
AN2: This is set in my BLT 'verse, but can be read as a stand alone. All you need to know is that Connor is Lester and Becker's collared sub.
AN3: Sorry about formatting, LJ being a bit of a cock.
Connor woke up, warm and comfortable. He had an arm slung over Lester’s body and the comfortable weight of one of Becker’s legs over his. He would have lain there quite happily until the alarm went off if it wasn’t for the uncomfortable feeling low down in his belly.
He pouted to himself at the prospect of having to move and go to the bathroom, but with a reluctant sigh he started shuffling to get out of bed. But before he got far an arm came around his waist from behind and he was pulled firmly back against Becker’s warm body. Hot breath ghosted over his skin as Becker nestled his face into Connor’s neck.
“Morning pretty boy,” he mumbled.
“Morning Becks.” Connor let himself relax back into the embrace for a moment before his bladder reminded him again why he had been moving. He wriggled to get out of Becker’s grip.
“I have to get up. I’ll be back in a sec,” Connor whispered again, not wishing to disturb Lester.
“I don’t think so,” Becker said lazily.
“C’mon Becks. I’ll be gone two minutes.”
“Nope.”
“Becker!” Connor’s desperation meant he was no longer worried about waking Lester. He lifted his torso to get better leverage to escape, but all it did was to allow the soldier to slip his other arm around Connor’s waist and pull him tighter to him.
“I told you to stay here.” Becker’s voice was still infuriatingly laidback and Connor wondered if he had even opened his eyes yet. However he could feel Becker’s erection pressing into the small of his back.
“C’mon Becker, I need to go.”
“I believe Becker told you to stay where you are.” Lester opened his eyes and looked at him.
“James, I just need a piss, I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Connor, you have been told.”
“James!” Connor was aware there was a vague whine to his voice now, but he didn’t care. He wriggled in Becker’s grip again but all that happened was that he now had Becker’s cock pressed up against his arse.
“Now you’re getting the message, Connor.”
Connor could practically feel Becker grinning at him.
“James, could you be a love and pass the lube?”
Lester was suddenly pressed right in front Connor and an arm snaked over his hips and forced itself between Becker and Connor’s bodies. Probing fingers pushed themselves into his arse.
“You’ll be fine, Becker. He’s still wet from us both coming in him last night.”
“How handy,” Becker replied.
Lester’s hand retreated, but not far. Connor felt the tip of Becker’s cock nudge against his entrance as Lester guided it in.
“Oh, come on,” Connor groaned as Becker pushed himself into his body.
Lester removed his hand and brought it round to Connor’s cock and began to stroke it.
“You won’t be able to piss in this state, Connor, so I suggest you enjoy what you’re being given.”
Connor groaned and lay still. Becker kept their bodies close together so his thrusts were shallow but frequent. Lester kept a steady but gentle pace on his cock, enough to keep him hard and wanting more, but not enough to make him come.
Becker’s thrusts became more urgent and one of his arms lowered and pulled in tighter, putting extra pressure on Connor’s bladder.
“Fuck!” Connor exclaimed and thrust hard into Lester’s hand. But Lester didn’t respond, instead keeping up the same lazy pace. Becker, on the other hand, speeded up. He kept the pressure up on Connor’s body and Connor’s body was overwhelmed with sensation.
His prostate was now being pressed on from two sides, both from his full bladder and the fucking he was receiving from Becker. His belly was uncomfortable, but brought a strange pleasure with it and Lester’s strokes had him right on the edge. He gave up control of his own movement and let Becker’s more and more forceful thrusts push him into Lester’s hand. He was moaning wantonly with each movement and spark of sensation, but didn’t care, his mind had ceased to function some time ago.
And then Becker’s thrusts stuttered and he pushed in deep with a final thrust, groaning as he came. His hand tightened further still on Connor’s body and Connor couldn’t help but yelp as pleasure bordered on pain.
He felt Becker withdraw from inside him and a hand brushed Lester’s hand away from him. Then the arms around him were pulling him backwards and out of the bed. His feet barely touched the ground as Becker practically carried him to the bathroom and into the shower cubicle.
“Lean against me pretty boy, I’ve got you.”
Connor allowed himself to slump in Becker’s arms, leaning back against his body. One of Becker’s arms stayed firm around his middle while the other travelled down to his cock and began to stroke him in earnest.
“The quicker you come, the quicker you can piss, pretty boy,” Becker said.
Connor moaned again and tipped his head back on Becker’s shoulder. He continued to give himself over to sensation and with a shudder and a shout he came hard, shooting onto the shower floor and over Becker’s hand.
As he tried to catch his breath, Becker’s hand stayed on his slowly softening cock. Becker’s other hand came to rest directly on his bladder now and started to press into his stomach.
“Does it hurt yet, Connor?”
Connor bit his lip and nodded.
“Come on pretty boy, let go. Relax and let go for me.”
Connor grimaced again, his body having not recovered enough from his orgasm to let all the muscles relax. Becker continued to massage his bladder and the pressure on his body was intense now, until with a groan of relief his body gave in and piss shot from him and onto the floor of the shower.
“Good boy,” Becker breathed into his ear. “Feel better now?”
Connor nodded, still leaning bonelessly against the soldier’s body. Becker reached forwards and turned the shower on, spray hitting them both. Connor pulled himself together under the water and straightened, Becker finally letting him go completely. As they started to clean each other Lester came in to join them.
“Okay there now, Connor?”
Connor attempted a glare, but it quickly turned into a grin.
“Good, because you still owe me my morning blow job. Might I suggest you get on your knees?”