[FIC] Promises, Promises
Pairing: Ty self-insert
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,500
Warnings: no warnings
Notes: not real. no plot. no offense.
(read on AO3)
You didn't mean to end up here. You really really didn't. Yet somehow here you are on your knees, saliva pooling under your tongue and your face is held, tilted upwards, by a warm and soft but firm hand. A breath is almost pushed out of you at the sight of Ty standing over you, and you have to close your eyes for a moment to find the strength to pull air back into your lungs. His response is minute but clear, a slight movement of his thumb down your cheek to the corner of your mouth telling you without words to open up.
So you do. Not your mouth, but your eyes. From above you, Ty's piercing eyes meet yours. You'd swear they almost sparkle as his mouth twists in a wicked grin and a deep rumble of a chuckle rolls through his chest. He moves his thumb slowly in a small circle at the corner of your mouth, the heat of his hand splayed over your jaw and cheek running through you, seemingly pooling in the pit of your stomach.
"You got a big mouth, don't you?" The dark confidence in his voice cause your cheeks to run hot, the double meaning of his carefully chosen words most definitely not lost on you. He's not expecting an answer, so you keep your eyes on his and wait.
What could be a heartbeat or a full five minutes later, he finally continues. "Could just wait right there for hours, couldn't you? If I wanted you to." Your pulse quickens and he wets his lips. "Want this pretty badly, huh?"
At this, your blush creeps up to your ears and your face feels as though it's on fire. He's right, of course, and he knows he is. Partly because you are... well; where you are. But also because at the bar, earlier, emboldened by a few drinks and high on laughs and good company you had leaned over and whispered in his ear that if, given the chance, you'd give him the best blow job he's ever had. The look on his face as he pulled away was unreadable and for a moment you were sure he was going to call over security and have you hauled out. Then he'd cocked an eyebrow, downed his drink in one, clasped your hand and walked you slowly out of the bar.
And here you were. Wanting it really badly. You could answer his question by saying "Yes," or you could nod. But instead you part your lips slightly, allowing the tip of Ty's thumb to slip into your mouth just far enough for him to feel the warm heat inside. In unison, your breaths hitch and that's as much of an answer he seems to need.
"That was a pretty big promise you made," he whispers, "at the bar." He adds, as if he thinks you'd have forgotten. He slips his thumb further into your mouth and the taste of soap, salty sweat and a hint of sweet rum spreads over your tongue. As if by reflex, you close your lips around him and swirl your tongue slowly over the pad of his finger. The noise that escapes Ty's lips is everything you ever imagined it would be, and it sends a surge of arousal straight to your cunt.
Ty lifts his left hand, which until now has been hanging relaxed by his side, and after briefly pushing a strand of hair to the side of your forehead puts his thumb inside the waistband of his jeans just above the button of his fly. You can't help slurping around his thumb; the taste and feel of his finger in your mouth along with him towering above you like this makes you salivate. His growing erection is obvious in his jeans, and all you want is to wrap your lips around his cock, feel it in your mouth, taste him on your tongue.
He hums in approval of the attention you're showing his thumb. "We're off to a good start, I think." He pops the top button of his fly. "But you didn't come here with me to suck my fingers, did you?" As though to prove himself wrong, he pulls his thumb out and offers his index and middle fingers in its stead, and you can't keep your eyes from fluttering shut as you suck them in greedily, savouring their thickness and warmth. You are faintly aware of the sound of him opening his fly, but you are too engrossed in swirling your tongue around and between his fingers, rolling the taste around in your mouth, sucking and slurping to keep the drool from running down his hand. You run your tongue over every ridge and bump on his fingers, feel the softness of the pads of his fingertips and the thinner skin around his knuckles; even revelling in the not-quite-painful push of his fingernails on the roof of your mouth.
When he starts pulling his fingers away, very slowly, you simply follow - lost in the moment. His other hand curled in the hair at the back of your head stops you from leaning in further and he pulls his fingers free with a wet pop. You draw a ragged breath and open your eyes.
"Please." You didn't mean to sound so pleading, you really didn't. At some point in the evening's activities you had felt so in control. So sure of yourself. But somewhere between that first, long and slow kiss just inside his hotel room door and falling to your knees on the softly carpeted floor, your cockiness had apparently all but disappeared. What is left now is a sense of purpose; fulfill your promise.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." His words are almost punched out of him, coming out as hoarse whispers. He seems momentarily transfixed by his spit-slicked fingers which he's resting on your lips, then clears his throat. "Help me out here." He's already back to his previously so confident tone but there's a slight trembling of his hand at the elastic band of his boxers that still betrays his eagerness, and that makes you feel more confident. So you put your hands on his hips, fingers finding warm skin under the hem of his shirt. For a moment you weigh the pros and cons of going slowly but you've wanted this for so long, you don't really feel like waiting anymore. His jeans and boxers are off in one smooth pull and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side and pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
Naked with his cock bobbing tantalisingly in front of your face, you find yourself thinking that this is as close to swooning as you've ever been. He is gorgeous. You already knew he was, but now you know he is. His cock is fat and just the right side of average length. At its base is a tidy tuft of hair below the slight swell of his belly. There's a faint but obvious tan line from hip to hip and you can't help but lean in to put your lips on it, the softness of the skin across sharp bone too much to resist. You run your hands up and down his firm thighs, feeling the muscles tense ever so slightly as he holds himself against your lips. The smell of him fills your nostrils as you kiss your way along the crease of his thigh; a faint trace of fabric softener, or maybe it's the cheap hotel soap, almost drowned out by his own odour. It's heady and your heart seems to have lost its rhythm.
You feel his hand on your temple, pulling your hair back, and you follow the movement. With your cheek resting against his hip and his hand in your hair you look up at him again. As you lock eyes his fingers tighten ever so slightly in your hair - it's both a question and an invitation. You let him pull your head back, a sigh escaping your lips, and the next thing you're aware of is a warm wetness on your bottom lip. You flick out your tongue to bring the sweet and salty taste into your mouth and a deep rumble from Ty is your added reward. There's already another bead of precome on the flushed head of his cock and you place a kiss on the slit to coat your lips.
"Yeah," he hums in pleasure and apparent approval. "You look fucking good down there." His voice is already wrecked; a hoarse half-whisper that would be enough to egg you on even if his hand in your hair wasn't. Eagerly - greedily - you part your lips and finally, finally, wrap your lips around him. You press the flat of your tongue along the underside and slowly begin sliding up and down his length. He feels amazing in your mouth and your entire world narrows down to the weight of his cock on your tongue and the feeling of his thighs tensing under your palms.
It's obvious to you, even through the haze, that he is hesitant to guide you. Both his hands are in your hair now but they simply rest there, following the slow twists of your head and what you know is torturously slow strokes of your lips down his length. To show him what you want you drop your hands from his thighs to lace them behind your back, even as you relax and allow him to feel the flutter of your throat around the head of his cock. You pause there and breathe slowly through your nose. When you swallow around him, a litany of whispered curses escape his lips, flushed pink as his cock, and it's beautiful.
His fingers tighten tentatively in your hair and you hum in response, your eyes fluttering closed as a wave of arousal like nothing you've ever felt before rushes through you. He curses and clasps your hair on both sides of your head more firmly and pushes you back far enough that his cock rests heavily just inside your lips. You drag your teeth carefully against the sensitive skin, revelling in the twitch of his hips it causes, then running your tongue in a deliberate circle around his slit.
You follow when he pulls you down his cock, loving the sensation of giving over control like this. The thought that really, you are the one in full control here, flickers across your mind, but is lost when Ty moans as you let him into your throat. Swallowing and breathing deeply through your nose, you allow him to push you as far as you can go and you might fall to pieces with how amazing it feels. Your nose is pushed into his pubic hair and you can't tell if your head is swimming from how turned on you are or from the lack of oxygen. Just before you think it might become too much, he pulls you back just long enough for you to pull in a deep breath, and then he's holding your head still and pushing his hips forward, burying himself in your mouth again. "Like that, huh? Yeah. Yeah you do.” Just like you hoped he would, he fucks your mouth. His voice is completely wrecked, quickly devolving into a string of cut off curses and groans.
His pace stutters and no way you’re going to let him off the hook this easily. Lacing your fingers with his, you pull them away from your head and your mouth off his cock, leaving thick strands of spit and precome between the head and your swollen lips. “Not fair,” he almost whimpers, “so close.” His thighs are trembling and his palms are sweaty. You lick your lips and lean in and place a kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves just below the head of his cock, smiling to yourself when you feel his finger tighten around yours.
The look of confusion on his face when you stand up is adorably confused. You can almost feel the way his brain struggles to put together the words of a question - why are you stopping - but don’t give his mouth time to catch up. Standing up on your tiptoes to reach, you push your lips against his. He seems to catch up quickly enough and meets you in the kiss, licking his way into your mouth and letting go of your hands to reach up and circle your waist with his warm strong fingers. Losing yourself for a moment in the taste of his mouth - the faint sweetness of rum still lingering on his tongue - but when you feel his fingers at the button of your jeans you pull away. “No.” Ty closes his eyes, looking as though he’s searching his inner depths for strength, nods solemnly. But when he moves to take a step back you stop him with your hands on his hips and a sly grin on your lips. “This isn’t about me, Ty. Lie down.”
That twinkle in his eyes is back and he lets loose a delighted chuckle which seems to take some tension from his shoulders with it. He kisses you again, stepping close enough for the still spit-slick length of his cock to come flush against your hip and stomach. Still kissing, you push gently on his hips and together you take the few stumbling steps towards the bed. Ty pushes the covers away behind him and sits down, keeping his eyes on yours and his hands on your hips. “Now what?”
“I said,” Your hands clasp his shoulders. “Lie down.” If he didn’t want to be pushed, nobody could push Ty anywhere. But at the small pressure you put on his shoulders he falls back and pulls his legs up to make himself comfortable on the wide bed, his cock still tantalisingly hard. The crack in his composure you saw just moments ago is gone now, his face the very picture of confidence. He laces his fingers behind his head and lets his eyes roam over your body from head to toe. Even though you’re still fully dressed, you suddenly feel very naked and exposed.
“Well? Now what?” You can’t wait to wipe that smirk off his face, so you climb onto the bed and straddle his thighs. He cocks an eyebrow. “You’ve got way too many clothes on for this, darlin’.” Mirroring him, you smirk, cock an eyebrow and then without warning you lean down to pull his cock into your mouth all the way to the root. The way the breath rushes from his chest in response means you’ve definitely got the upper hand back again.
While letting your lips run up and down his length in slow languid moves, you let your hands roam across his body. From his hips, sharp at this angle, over his softer waist to the wide expanse of his chest. His skin is scorchingly hot to the touch and the attentions your tongue is offering the most sensitive spots of his cock are making the strong muscles in his chest and stomach flutter and twitch. But if you have a say in this - and you do - this is still only the beginning. You pull off almost all the way, leaving only the tip inside your mouth, and suckle. Ty’s hips buck and the tendons on his neck stand out as he tips his head back, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation.
Letting your fingers circle his nipples briefly on their way down his chest, you finally wrap one of them around his base, while the fingers of your left hand continue and gently stroke the smooth skin of his sac. The combination of your hands and your mouth on him elicits a groan from somewhere deep in Ty’s chest and you moan right along with him. You would really love to pull off his cock, rip off your clothes and let him fuck you into the mattress, but you’d be damned if you aren’t going to live up to your promise. Not to mention how amazing he feels in your mouth and in your hands. His cock is wide and firm and the flow of blood is like a constant hum just under the skin. Swirling your tongue around the tip again you savour the salty taste and almost slick texture of his precome, allowing the slickness to coat your tongue and lips.
You feel Ty’s hands making their way up your arms and shoulders as though to grasp the back of your head again but tonight, you decide, there will be no rerun. So you pull off fully, giving his length a languid lick from tip to base and move down to snake your tongue around his sac. He seems to lose his focus at that, letting his arms fall limply to the bed with a sigh that sounds more like he’s been punched in the gut than anything else. Looking up you see his eyes roll back into his head before he shuts them tight. So you lavish his balls with attention with your tongue for a while longer, stroking his length slowly but firmly with one hand.
“Need...” you hear his words as through a fog, so caught up in what you’re doing and how it makes heat pool in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck. Need to come.” You open you eyes, not realising you’d shut them, and see him reaching for your face with one of his hand, a pleading look in his eyes. “Please.” You’re all for teasing, but there’s no part of you that can resist that tone in his voice.
So you let yourself sink back down to let him feel the flutter of your throat again, bracing your hands on either of his hips. You hold still for a moment, swallowing and relaxing, and then he’s buried down your neck to the hilt again. There’s a moment of stillness where neither of you move; your breaths in a ragged tandem the only sound. Then Ty clasps his hands in your hair and pulls - pushes - pulls - and you follow, catching short breaths when you can and not caring about the mix of spit and precome that runs down his between his legs or the sting in your lips, stretched tight around him.
When you feel him pulling your hair as though to pull you off, you tighten your fingers on his hips and grind down, your nose pressed tightly into the wet thatch of dark hair. “Shi-, shit, shitshitshitshit...” His words are strangled in his throat and as his cock thickens impossibly, neither of you is breathing. Even if you could move with his hands tight in your hair as they are, you don’t want to. You feel more than taste his come as it runs down your throat and into your mouth, and though you swallow as much as you can, tiny rivulets of come and spit run down your chin. It’s a moment that lasts forever; his stomach twitching as he rides out his orgasm and you lap up every drop you can reach.
As his grip on your hair softens so does his cock, and you are finally able to draw a deep, ragged breath, coughing slightly at the burn in your throat. His eyes are clenched shut still, little quakes of pleasure run through his body from head to toe whenever your tongue touches a particularly sensitive spot. He still has one hand on your head, but he’s stroking your hair, a slow and soft movement that is somehow more intimate than any touch that came before.
You kiss his hip and crawl up his body to lie down next to him, head on his shoulder. His cheeks are deep crimson still, he is shiny with sweat from sternum to forehead and there’s a pool of sweat between his collar bones. “You’re gorgeous.” You whisper the words into his shoulder, almost hoping he won’t hear but unable to stop them tumbling out. He turns his head to look at you, laughing a tiny laugh - barely more than a puff of air - and then he turns to his side to face you. You’re lying face to face, toe to toe, but not touching anywhere anymore. His smile is crooked, showing a hint of his white teeth behind pink lips. “Sorry.” You whisper, and you find yourself blushing. Blushing, as though the naked man in bed with you didn’t just come in your mouth.
“Pretty close.” He says, reaching up to run a finger along your cheekbone, which you realise is almost as sweaty as his is. You frown, not understanding what he’s getting at. He laughs again, properly now as his breath is becoming more regular. “Your promise. You’re pretty close.” You raise your eyebrows skeptically but remain silent. That familiar sparkle flashes in his eye as he reaches over to pull you closer, snaking his fingers under your shirt and up between your shoulder blades. Nose to nose now, his voice lilting and teasing as he whispers “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to have another go, that’s all. Perfect your technique.”
“Fuck you.” You can’t help smiling back at him.
He tilts his head back and laughs so hard the bed shakes and when he looks back at you he says “That’s the plan.”