Sensual Magic- Just after Twilight
Written for cliche_bingo
Title: Just After Twilight
Cliche: Woke up in bed together
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 600
Beta: neevebrody and mischief5 (without the help of these two none of this would have seen the light of day) Any mistakes are all mine.
Summary: None really. This is porn with porn sprinkles on top.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Vanity
Just After Twilight
John rubbed his full, naked, little belly and stretched out in contented satisfaction. Rodney was warm, delicious, and snoozing right next to him. Hmmm, overslept again, the stars were already out. John didn’t particularly care, not when there was a stellar ass within hands reach. And reach he did, cupping a warm palm-full with one hand and running his thumb down the shadowed crease between Rodney’s cheeks with the other.
Rodney’s responses always fascinated him; the lightest touch and his Potential, even still asleep, spread his legs for him. How could any libertine worth his salt not take a taste of that? Not John, that’s for hell sure. Still too sated to feed, he could enjoy the taste of his Potential in other ways. John bent down and used his tongue, wantonly, lovingly, until Rodney woke up with a groan.
“Oh my god. Should you be doing that? Ohgod yes, you should definitely be doing that.”
It made John’s fangs ache, the way Rodney couldn’t help rising up on his knees, thighs spread, ass offered, giving John easy access to everything he wanted to taste. John wisely spent several minutes taking advantage of the opportunity. He always did enjoy exploring some of the deeper mysteries of his Potential.
“Rodney,” John said, with a low growl, “I want you to bite me again.”
“Oh Christ, you, you can’t just say that to me,” Rodney mumbled into his pillow.
“Aw. Why not? I know you liked it,” was John’s smug reply. Then he gently turned Rodney over. A very impressive hard-on met his gaze.
“You have a biting fetish, you realize that, right?”
“I’m a vampire, Rodney. That’s perfectly acceptable behavior.” John arched a brow. You’re not complaining about my sucking technique are you? Because you seemed really happy with it last night. Besides, this is not convincing me that you think it’s a bad idea.” John gave a slow, wet lick up the underside of Rodney’s cock to emphasize his point. “Any other complaints?”
“Um, no?” Rodney was sprawled out beneath John, all warm, flushed skin and a bemused, sweet smile, as he ran warm fingers over the bite mark on John’s neck. “So what you’re saying is my fangs really do it for you?”
John leaned into the touch. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Let me clarify for arguments sake,” Rodney continued. “Even though my fangs are, and I quote, ‘the most delicate ones I’ve ever seen,’ they are still perfectly adequate for you?”
John groaned. How was it both so amazing and frustrating to have a Potential in his bed?
Rodney wrapped his arms and legs around John and turned them so that Rodney was on top, holding John down with his weight pinning John’s arms above his head - - not that John was resisting whatsoever.
“Yeah, yeah, adequate works,” John gasped, as Rodney’s hips settled into the good place where their cocks rubbed together perfectly. Rodney lightly ran his tongue over his bite mark on John’s throat. At the first touch of Rodney’s fangs in the same exact spot, John fell helplessly into white hot heat, arching up into Rodney’s solid body and coming so hard he saw stars. Hell, he saw fucking constellations. Dazed, he looked up at Rodney. Rodney must have come too, but John’s brain was still too fuzzy to recall. But he must have, because Rodney was smugly licking the results off John’s belly.
John’s head thumped back on the bed. Oh yeah, adequate was a damn fine word.
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Title: Just After Twilight
Cliche: Woke up in bed together
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 600
Beta: neevebrody and mischief5 (without the help of these two none of this would have seen the light of day) Any mistakes are all mine.
Summary: None really. This is porn with porn sprinkles on top.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Vanity
Just After Twilight
John rubbed his full, naked, little belly and stretched out in contented satisfaction. Rodney was warm, delicious, and snoozing right next to him. Hmmm, overslept again, the stars were already out. John didn’t particularly care, not when there was a stellar ass within hands reach. And reach he did, cupping a warm palm-full with one hand and running his thumb down the shadowed crease between Rodney’s cheeks with the other.
Rodney’s responses always fascinated him; the lightest touch and his Potential, even still asleep, spread his legs for him. How could any libertine worth his salt not take a taste of that? Not John, that’s for hell sure. Still too sated to feed, he could enjoy the taste of his Potential in other ways. John bent down and used his tongue, wantonly, lovingly, until Rodney woke up with a groan.
“Oh my god. Should you be doing that? Ohgod yes, you should definitely be doing that.”
It made John’s fangs ache, the way Rodney couldn’t help rising up on his knees, thighs spread, ass offered, giving John easy access to everything he wanted to taste. John wisely spent several minutes taking advantage of the opportunity. He always did enjoy exploring some of the deeper mysteries of his Potential.
“Rodney,” John said, with a low growl, “I want you to bite me again.”
“Oh Christ, you, you can’t just say that to me,” Rodney mumbled into his pillow.
“Aw. Why not? I know you liked it,” was John’s smug reply. Then he gently turned Rodney over. A very impressive hard-on met his gaze.
“You have a biting fetish, you realize that, right?”
“I’m a vampire, Rodney. That’s perfectly acceptable behavior.” John arched a brow. You’re not complaining about my sucking technique are you? Because you seemed really happy with it last night. Besides, this is not convincing me that you think it’s a bad idea.” John gave a slow, wet lick up the underside of Rodney’s cock to emphasize his point. “Any other complaints?”
“Um, no?” Rodney was sprawled out beneath John, all warm, flushed skin and a bemused, sweet smile, as he ran warm fingers over the bite mark on John’s neck. “So what you’re saying is my fangs really do it for you?”
John leaned into the touch. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Let me clarify for arguments sake,” Rodney continued. “Even though my fangs are, and I quote, ‘the most delicate ones I’ve ever seen,’ they are still perfectly adequate for you?”
John groaned. How was it both so amazing and frustrating to have a Potential in his bed?
Rodney wrapped his arms and legs around John and turned them so that Rodney was on top, holding John down with his weight pinning John’s arms above his head - - not that John was resisting whatsoever.
“Yeah, yeah, adequate works,” John gasped, as Rodney’s hips settled into the good place where their cocks rubbed together perfectly. Rodney lightly ran his tongue over his bite mark on John’s throat. At the first touch of Rodney’s fangs in the same exact spot, John fell helplessly into white hot heat, arching up into Rodney’s solid body and coming so hard he saw stars. Hell, he saw fucking constellations. Dazed, he looked up at Rodney. Rodney must have come too, but John’s brain was still too fuzzy to recall. But he must have, because Rodney was smugly licking the results off John’s belly.
John’s head thumped back on the bed. Oh yeah, adequate was a damn fine word.
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