Green Wing Drabble: Phallic
My darling
ginnystar wanted birthday drabbles in a variety of fandoms, which is why I’m posting them in separate entries (why yes, I am anal). Here’s the first one, rest later.
Green Wing | Boyce/Statham | R
Phallic
(no prompt - therefore all the sordidness can be attributed directly to me)
“A-gah-cock!”
Boyce smiles serenely. “Ooh, Dr. Statham. I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Where is it?”
“Your cock?” Boyce slants a look downwards. “Well-”
Statham pushes his finger under Boyce’s nose. “I’m referring to another essential symbol of authority; my-my wielding, waving…”
“Wand?”
“…poking, thrusting…” He wraps his fists in the lapels of Boyce’s jacket, shaking him back and forth.
Boyce makes a complicated noise. “Rod?” he gasps.
“...jabbing, prodding…”
“Truncheon?” Boyce shivers delicately, leaning closer.
Statham exhales, open-mouthed and loud. “F-f-f-fuck you!”
“Maybe later,” Boyce whispers and hands Statham the pointer. “Here. I was… polishing it for you.”
ginnystar wanted birthday drabbles in a variety of fandoms, which is why I’m posting them in separate entries (why yes, I am anal). Here’s the first one, rest later.
Green Wing | Boyce/Statham | R
Phallic
(no prompt - therefore all the sordidness can be attributed directly to me)
“A-gah-cock!”
Boyce smiles serenely. “Ooh, Dr. Statham. I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Where is it?”
“Your cock?” Boyce slants a look downwards. “Well-”
Statham pushes his finger under Boyce’s nose. “I’m referring to another essential symbol of authority; my-my wielding, waving…”
“Wand?”
“…poking, thrusting…” He wraps his fists in the lapels of Boyce’s jacket, shaking him back and forth.
Boyce makes a complicated noise. “Rod?” he gasps.
“...jabbing, prodding…”
“Truncheon?” Boyce shivers delicately, leaning closer.
Statham exhales, open-mouthed and loud. “F-f-f-fuck you!”
“Maybe later,” Boyce whispers and hands Statham the pointer. “Here. I was… polishing it for you.”