Power Play
[Disclaimer] I do not own the people contained within nor do the events follow any event in reality.
[Title] Power Play
[Rating] NC-17
[Summary] He vaguely registered the whimpers escaping from Chris' amazing mouth[.]
[Notes] Written for this prompt at the trek_rpf_kink meme.
“Fuck, princess,” Zach moaned, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Chris' hips as he thrust over and over into the willing body beneath him. “Oh, fuck, feel so good around my dick. Want to tie you to the bed and leave you here to use whenever I want,” he breathed before nipping at a place on the back of Chris' neck; he bit down hard, the gasp Chris let out going straight to the growing ball of pleasure in his belly.
Chris' only response was to attempt to arch back into his lover, saying, “God, Zach, yours,” before he was shoved roughly into the covers, face buried in the soft, forgiving surface of the mattress pad. The hand on his neck held his chest in place as his hips were jerked up and back, onto his knees, and Zach laid a heavy smack to the purpling marks on his ass.
Zach bit into his lover again, marking him in places difficult to hide under clothing until the cloyingly sweet scent of Pine's soap filled his senses and he couldn't take it anymore, annoyed by the noticeable lack of his own smell on Chris. He pulled back, hand still wrapped around the lean column of Chris' neck, and pushed forward, pumping in and out of his bedmate with abandon. He vaguely registered the whimpers escaping from Chris' amazing mouth; he was too focused on the vision of perfection before him:
Christopher Pine on his belly, hands bound with several of Zach's ties and wrapped around a headboard slat, and a hand squeezing just so at the base of Chris' neck while his slicked cock disappeared inside the younger man, his entrance already red and swollen from their first coupling that afternoon, quick and dirty in his trailer on the Heroes set. Bruises were appearing all across his back, his arms, his neck...
He smacked Chris again, watching the red welt that appeared and so enthralled by the image it presented - his handprint on his lover like a badge of ownership - he nearly missed the begging, the chanting plea in one word, “Please, please, please, Zach, please.”
It pushed Zach over the edge, coming with a last shove into Chris who clenched around him and cried out for his own release, something he could not achieve with the leather strap Zach had pushed around his cock when they'd fallen into bed. “Please, baby,” Chris pressed and moaned loudly when he felt a hand slide around his hip, over his pelvis, and popped the cockring open with a whisper into Chris' ear.
“Now...”
[Title] Power Play
[Rating] NC-17
[Summary] He vaguely registered the whimpers escaping from Chris' amazing mouth[.]
[Notes] Written for this prompt at the trek_rpf_kink meme.
“Fuck, princess,” Zach moaned, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Chris' hips as he thrust over and over into the willing body beneath him. “Oh, fuck, feel so good around my dick. Want to tie you to the bed and leave you here to use whenever I want,” he breathed before nipping at a place on the back of Chris' neck; he bit down hard, the gasp Chris let out going straight to the growing ball of pleasure in his belly.
Chris' only response was to attempt to arch back into his lover, saying, “God, Zach, yours,” before he was shoved roughly into the covers, face buried in the soft, forgiving surface of the mattress pad. The hand on his neck held his chest in place as his hips were jerked up and back, onto his knees, and Zach laid a heavy smack to the purpling marks on his ass.
Zach bit into his lover again, marking him in places difficult to hide under clothing until the cloyingly sweet scent of Pine's soap filled his senses and he couldn't take it anymore, annoyed by the noticeable lack of his own smell on Chris. He pulled back, hand still wrapped around the lean column of Chris' neck, and pushed forward, pumping in and out of his bedmate with abandon. He vaguely registered the whimpers escaping from Chris' amazing mouth; he was too focused on the vision of perfection before him:
Christopher Pine on his belly, hands bound with several of Zach's ties and wrapped around a headboard slat, and a hand squeezing just so at the base of Chris' neck while his slicked cock disappeared inside the younger man, his entrance already red and swollen from their first coupling that afternoon, quick and dirty in his trailer on the Heroes set. Bruises were appearing all across his back, his arms, his neck...
He smacked Chris again, watching the red welt that appeared and so enthralled by the image it presented - his handprint on his lover like a badge of ownership - he nearly missed the begging, the chanting plea in one word, “Please, please, please, Zach, please.”
It pushed Zach over the edge, coming with a last shove into Chris who clenched around him and cried out for his own release, something he could not achieve with the leather strap Zach had pushed around his cock when they'd fallen into bed. “Please, baby,” Chris pressed and moaned loudly when he felt a hand slide around his hip, over his pelvis, and popped the cockring open with a whisper into Chris' ear.
“Now...”