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Title:What Would You Do... for a Klondike Bar part trois
Pairing:Russell/Ed
Word count:1614
Rating:NC-17
Summary: Since I might fall of the face of the internet for a few days... I leave you with this parting gift. Dammit, I was going to wait till it was done. tch.
Russell silently congratulated himself when the array flared to life beneath his fingers. With most of his weight bearing down on the smaller man Ed did not stand a chance. A few strategic twists and Ed found his hands trapped in the headboard as if he’d been thrown in the stocks.
“What the hell!?” Ed snarled, jerking his arms with enough force to rattle the bed frame. Russell merely sat back, smug smile settling firmly in place as he observed the blonde. Another shudder as Ed tried to bring his hands together, only to find that his fingertips fell short by a fraction of an inch. Russell stood, blue eyes glinting mischievously as he surveyed his handiwork, nudging Ed’s hips straight, maneuvering the teen into a more comfortable position. The end result was Ed’s naked form sprawled across his bed, hands bound and looking desperately torn between laying back to enjoy the ride and his fierce need to be in control.
“This is not funny, Russell.” Ed spat, flailing a steel foot in his direction. Russell caught his foot, gripping the ankle forcefully as the other blonde tried to wrench his foot free. He chuckled lowly, half sitting on the corner of the bed.
“You know, if you weren’t so short, I could use the footboard for your ankles.” His smirk only widened when the blonde spat obscenities at him, voice raising in pitch as he thrashed against his bonds. Silence was simple enough to obtain. Braving the flail of his limbs Russell leaned forward, grabbing Ed’s hips and dragging his tongue in a long line up the teen’s cock. Ed’s rant cut off abruptly, his breath hitching in a gasp and suddenly there was an entirely different purpose behind his movements.
Not that it did him any good. That one teasing swipe was all Ed was given before Russell moved off the bed. A low whine caught in the smaller man’s throat, transforming into a growl as soon as the sound reached his ears. Russell smirked, standing casually at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets, waiting for gold eyes to flicker open and look at him as if he was not just as eager as Ed was to get on with it. He took the fleeting moment before Ed’s impatience won out to take a few calming breaths, waiting for the fire in his own veins to dwindle to a less demanding heat. It would be a shame to rush through something like this, after all.
His efforts proved to be futile though. Golden eyes opened slowly, the effort it took for Ed to school his features into their perpetual scowl blaringly obvious. Even when that fierce gaze settled on Russell there was a heat softening the hard edges of Ed’s expression though Russell knew the teen would endlessly deny that he enjoyed this in any way. It didn’t fit the careful image he’d built for himself. Ed was confident, demanding, and not at all the type to enjoy being tied up. Yet there he was, giving him a look that was enough to make Russell’s own conviction waver.
Then a golden brow arched inquisitively at the answering heat in his own gaze and that tiny unspoken challenge steeled his resolve. There was something twisted in their relationship, always trying to out do each other by degrees. He would test not only Edward but himself, tease and entice and push the limits of their patience, pleased that his own always outlasted Edward’s. The times when Ed took control it was always a violent whirlwind of sensation, each encounter faster and rougher and more intense than the last. Russell privately thought they would one day need an impartial third party to be the final judge in determining which of them truly bested the other.
Russell took another step away from the bed, removing his hands from his pockets. A few deft flicks and the cuffs of his shirt hung loosely from his wrists. Using the same efficient movements he worked up the center of his shirt. Pale grey fabric tugged haphazardly from its moorings, only remaining firmly entrapped beneath his suspenders. He raised his hands to his shoulders, lifting off first one suspender then the other, rolling his shoulders to encourage the elastic material to slide down to dangle from his waist.
His smug smile widened, noting with amusement that golden eyes are tracking the motions of his hands eagerly. With his suspenders hanging from the waistband of his pants he can free the last clinging tails of his shirt, letting it float around him. One hand hovered at his waist, grey blue eyes watching the darkened amber of the older teen. A tiny flicker of pink as Ed wetted his lips, nearly holding his breath in anticipation. Russell finally surrendered, a faint twist of his wrist and the button of his pants is freed. The weight of his suspenders and the pressure of his own arousal forced the zipper to part slightly and he did not give in to the urge to finish the job.
It would be a relief to be free of the confining material but he had learned from experience that Edward found him irresistible when half-clothed and disheveled. His lips quirked up into another smirk at the soft growl the smaller man gave, watching as the muscles in his flesh arm tensed and the bed groaned with the effort of restraining the blonde. Two careful steps and his pants slid dangerously low on his hips. It was worth the somewhat awkward task of bending down with his pants slung so low for the half stifled whimper from Edward who was, undoubtedly, watching his ass.
A wicked smile curved his lips as he straightened, flicking his hair back with a practiced gesture, watching as Ed’s eyes widened in surprise at the bottle of chocolate syrup now in his hand. There was a moment of quiet as Ed’s brain caught up with his eyes then the teen was thrashing even harder than before.
“You tricked me, you jerk!” Edward shouted, flailing his legs and writhing on the bed, jerking his hands hard enough against the headboard that Russell had to wonder for a moment if it would hold. “You’re a dirty cheat!” Ed continued screeching. He winced at the steadily increasing volume of the smaller man’s objections before moving confidently towards the bed, carefully remaining out of kicking range. Russell watched the blonde thrash for another moment before descending on him quickly.
He was a little surprised at how well it worked. One leg swung over the smaller man’s hips, settling his weight over Edward’s thighs and pining his legs to the bed. One hand threaded into long blonde hair, wrenching the teen’s head back and forcing him to arch his back awkwardly. The protests died into a groan at the rough treatment and when Russell dragged his tongue over the smooth column of Ed’s throat the click of his teeth snapping closed over a moan was almost tangible.
“Lying bastard.” Ed ground out between clenched teeth but Russell paid him no mind. He slowly released his grip on the other’s hair, allowing Ed to relax back against the bed. Not that the smaller man was relaxed by any means. Tension sang through his body as he fought down the urge to wrest his way free of his bonds, fought to give up his control.
“But I thought you liked chocolate.” Russell purred against the teen’s flesh a wicked smile curling his lips. “I certainly like chocolate.” There was a playful, teasing not to Russell’s voice that made Ed bite his lip against a moan of anticipation.
The hand that had not been buried in Ed’s hair reached for the chocolate syrup that had been abandoned on the corner of the bed during Ed’s flailing. Russell leaned back, settling his weight heavily over Ed’s thighs though he arched his back ever so slightly, his unbuttoned shirt sliding down his shoulders to bunch at his elbows. The mischievous smirk widened as he brought the bottle up, wrapping his lips around the spout and pulling it open with an audible click.
Russell leaned back further, eyes meeting Ed’s for a brief moment before he up-ended the bottle, letting the warm smooth liquid drip onto the smaller man’s abdomen. Ed sucked in a breath, watching him warily as he drew a line of chocolate upwards, letting a little pool at the hollow of his throat. Deftly stopping the bottle again Russell ducked his head, lapping at golden skin and rich chocolate. The quiet gasp that escaped the blonde beneath him caused the syrup to drip messily back along his shoulders and throat.
Blue eyes darkened, watching those tantalizing drops glide back over smooth flesh on one side and the dark purple bruise on the other. Tempting as they might be Russell slowly, agonizingly slowly worked his way up Edward’s body. The older boy gasped and groaned, squirming beneath him when he dragged his tongue through the liquid, drawing out delicate patterns before latching onto the decorated flesh, sucking away all trace of the confection.
By the time Russell reached his throat Edward had given up stifling the little moans that escaped him. He glanced down, admiring the red patches of abused flesh adorning the blonde. With an effort he pushed aside the somewhat possessive thought that Ed looked best covered in the evidence of their little game, proof that, for this round at least, he was the victor. There was something exceptionally satisfying about Ed’s own flesh betraying any attempts he made to claim mastery over the situation. Very satisfying indeed.
Pairing:Russell/Ed
Word count:1614
Rating:NC-17
Summary: Since I might fall of the face of the internet for a few days... I leave you with this parting gift. Dammit, I was going to wait till it was done. tch.
Russell silently congratulated himself when the array flared to life beneath his fingers. With most of his weight bearing down on the smaller man Ed did not stand a chance. A few strategic twists and Ed found his hands trapped in the headboard as if he’d been thrown in the stocks.
“What the hell!?” Ed snarled, jerking his arms with enough force to rattle the bed frame. Russell merely sat back, smug smile settling firmly in place as he observed the blonde. Another shudder as Ed tried to bring his hands together, only to find that his fingertips fell short by a fraction of an inch. Russell stood, blue eyes glinting mischievously as he surveyed his handiwork, nudging Ed’s hips straight, maneuvering the teen into a more comfortable position. The end result was Ed’s naked form sprawled across his bed, hands bound and looking desperately torn between laying back to enjoy the ride and his fierce need to be in control.
“This is not funny, Russell.” Ed spat, flailing a steel foot in his direction. Russell caught his foot, gripping the ankle forcefully as the other blonde tried to wrench his foot free. He chuckled lowly, half sitting on the corner of the bed.
“You know, if you weren’t so short, I could use the footboard for your ankles.” His smirk only widened when the blonde spat obscenities at him, voice raising in pitch as he thrashed against his bonds. Silence was simple enough to obtain. Braving the flail of his limbs Russell leaned forward, grabbing Ed’s hips and dragging his tongue in a long line up the teen’s cock. Ed’s rant cut off abruptly, his breath hitching in a gasp and suddenly there was an entirely different purpose behind his movements.
Not that it did him any good. That one teasing swipe was all Ed was given before Russell moved off the bed. A low whine caught in the smaller man’s throat, transforming into a growl as soon as the sound reached his ears. Russell smirked, standing casually at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets, waiting for gold eyes to flicker open and look at him as if he was not just as eager as Ed was to get on with it. He took the fleeting moment before Ed’s impatience won out to take a few calming breaths, waiting for the fire in his own veins to dwindle to a less demanding heat. It would be a shame to rush through something like this, after all.
His efforts proved to be futile though. Golden eyes opened slowly, the effort it took for Ed to school his features into their perpetual scowl blaringly obvious. Even when that fierce gaze settled on Russell there was a heat softening the hard edges of Ed’s expression though Russell knew the teen would endlessly deny that he enjoyed this in any way. It didn’t fit the careful image he’d built for himself. Ed was confident, demanding, and not at all the type to enjoy being tied up. Yet there he was, giving him a look that was enough to make Russell’s own conviction waver.
Then a golden brow arched inquisitively at the answering heat in his own gaze and that tiny unspoken challenge steeled his resolve. There was something twisted in their relationship, always trying to out do each other by degrees. He would test not only Edward but himself, tease and entice and push the limits of their patience, pleased that his own always outlasted Edward’s. The times when Ed took control it was always a violent whirlwind of sensation, each encounter faster and rougher and more intense than the last. Russell privately thought they would one day need an impartial third party to be the final judge in determining which of them truly bested the other.
Russell took another step away from the bed, removing his hands from his pockets. A few deft flicks and the cuffs of his shirt hung loosely from his wrists. Using the same efficient movements he worked up the center of his shirt. Pale grey fabric tugged haphazardly from its moorings, only remaining firmly entrapped beneath his suspenders. He raised his hands to his shoulders, lifting off first one suspender then the other, rolling his shoulders to encourage the elastic material to slide down to dangle from his waist.
His smug smile widened, noting with amusement that golden eyes are tracking the motions of his hands eagerly. With his suspenders hanging from the waistband of his pants he can free the last clinging tails of his shirt, letting it float around him. One hand hovered at his waist, grey blue eyes watching the darkened amber of the older teen. A tiny flicker of pink as Ed wetted his lips, nearly holding his breath in anticipation. Russell finally surrendered, a faint twist of his wrist and the button of his pants is freed. The weight of his suspenders and the pressure of his own arousal forced the zipper to part slightly and he did not give in to the urge to finish the job.
It would be a relief to be free of the confining material but he had learned from experience that Edward found him irresistible when half-clothed and disheveled. His lips quirked up into another smirk at the soft growl the smaller man gave, watching as the muscles in his flesh arm tensed and the bed groaned with the effort of restraining the blonde. Two careful steps and his pants slid dangerously low on his hips. It was worth the somewhat awkward task of bending down with his pants slung so low for the half stifled whimper from Edward who was, undoubtedly, watching his ass.
A wicked smile curved his lips as he straightened, flicking his hair back with a practiced gesture, watching as Ed’s eyes widened in surprise at the bottle of chocolate syrup now in his hand. There was a moment of quiet as Ed’s brain caught up with his eyes then the teen was thrashing even harder than before.
“You tricked me, you jerk!” Edward shouted, flailing his legs and writhing on the bed, jerking his hands hard enough against the headboard that Russell had to wonder for a moment if it would hold. “You’re a dirty cheat!” Ed continued screeching. He winced at the steadily increasing volume of the smaller man’s objections before moving confidently towards the bed, carefully remaining out of kicking range. Russell watched the blonde thrash for another moment before descending on him quickly.
He was a little surprised at how well it worked. One leg swung over the smaller man’s hips, settling his weight over Edward’s thighs and pining his legs to the bed. One hand threaded into long blonde hair, wrenching the teen’s head back and forcing him to arch his back awkwardly. The protests died into a groan at the rough treatment and when Russell dragged his tongue over the smooth column of Ed’s throat the click of his teeth snapping closed over a moan was almost tangible.
“Lying bastard.” Ed ground out between clenched teeth but Russell paid him no mind. He slowly released his grip on the other’s hair, allowing Ed to relax back against the bed. Not that the smaller man was relaxed by any means. Tension sang through his body as he fought down the urge to wrest his way free of his bonds, fought to give up his control.
“But I thought you liked chocolate.” Russell purred against the teen’s flesh a wicked smile curling his lips. “I certainly like chocolate.” There was a playful, teasing not to Russell’s voice that made Ed bite his lip against a moan of anticipation.
The hand that had not been buried in Ed’s hair reached for the chocolate syrup that had been abandoned on the corner of the bed during Ed’s flailing. Russell leaned back, settling his weight heavily over Ed’s thighs though he arched his back ever so slightly, his unbuttoned shirt sliding down his shoulders to bunch at his elbows. The mischievous smirk widened as he brought the bottle up, wrapping his lips around the spout and pulling it open with an audible click.
Russell leaned back further, eyes meeting Ed’s for a brief moment before he up-ended the bottle, letting the warm smooth liquid drip onto the smaller man’s abdomen. Ed sucked in a breath, watching him warily as he drew a line of chocolate upwards, letting a little pool at the hollow of his throat. Deftly stopping the bottle again Russell ducked his head, lapping at golden skin and rich chocolate. The quiet gasp that escaped the blonde beneath him caused the syrup to drip messily back along his shoulders and throat.
Blue eyes darkened, watching those tantalizing drops glide back over smooth flesh on one side and the dark purple bruise on the other. Tempting as they might be Russell slowly, agonizingly slowly worked his way up Edward’s body. The older boy gasped and groaned, squirming beneath him when he dragged his tongue through the liquid, drawing out delicate patterns before latching onto the decorated flesh, sucking away all trace of the confection.
By the time Russell reached his throat Edward had given up stifling the little moans that escaped him. He glanced down, admiring the red patches of abused flesh adorning the blonde. With an effort he pushed aside the somewhat possessive thought that Ed looked best covered in the evidence of their little game, proof that, for this round at least, he was the victor. There was something exceptionally satisfying about Ed’s own flesh betraying any attempts he made to claim mastery over the situation. Very satisfying indeed.