Title: Ryan in the middle [The O.C.]
Title: Ryan in the middle
Word Count: Five 200 word drabbles so 1000 even
Challenge: five kinks from love_vargas: Collar, Leather, Orgasm Denial, Public/Semi-public Sex, Grudge Fuck
Rating: NC-17 (some strong language in the last one and some sex in all of them)
Genre: BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Seth/Ryan/Luke
Series: no just smut
Summary: Seth, Ryan and Luke have an odd relationship. But they know who wears the collars.
Author's Notes: So love_vargas and I were talking and we got talking about D/s in The O.C. and this lead to thinking Ryan would look hot in a collar and Luke could work as a sub and well I asked her for some prompts. She gave them to me and I give her these.
1. Seth(d)/Ryan(s)/Luke(s) Collar
Note: Ryan’s hair is more blond then Luke’s who knew.
The dark leather looked even darker next to their skin than it had in his hand.
Seth forced himself to keep breathing as he walked around his friends, or should he call them boys now? Boys who had given themselves to him.
They were both kneeling before the bed of the pool house. Stripped down to boxers (Ryan) or jock (Luke) when he entered. He’d almost come in his own briefs when he realizes they’d returned to the exact same position-- head down hands behind their backs-- he’d put them in when he’d left to get the collars.
He reached out and ran a hand through Ryan’s golden locks as he circled a finger around Luke’s nipple. Each moving just a breath closer to his hand but no more. Just like they hadn’t moved when he’d buckled their collars’ in place.
Seth twisted Luke’s nipples as he pulled Ryan’s head up and thrust his tongue into Ryan’s willing mouth, getting harder at the hiss from Luke and the groan from Ryan. He shoved Ryan back with his body as he pulled Luke with them until he they were both on the bed under him.
The black leather looked even darker.
2. Seth(d)/Ryan(s)/Luke(s) Leather
“It’s really handy having a boyfriend that’s 18,” Seth told his boys as he took in the sight before him.
Luke was strung up, barley reaching the floor, suspended by cuffs hanging from the ceiling of the pool house (having a boyfriend that did construction was also handy). He was stripped down to his jockstrap, ball gag and collar showing off his muscles as he flexed and stretched to rest more on the ground.
Ryan was kneeling next to Luke, clad only in leather, a collar around his neck and shorts trapping the outline of a hardening dick as he held out the whip for Seth.
Seth stepped forward and took the whip’s handle before running the strands over his fingers, feeling the leather slid across his skin. He then flicked his wrist to tap Luke’s back with the strands. “Don’t forget to count them Ryan.” Seth ordered as he lashed out with his arm harder and faster.
“One…two…three…”
He watched as Luke squirmed under the onslaught, muffled cries coming through the gag, all while the blond’s jockstrap got wetter from pre-cum as it bulged out.
Seth looked over at Ryan’s wide eyes before smirking and lashed out again.
“Four…five…”
3. Ryan(d)/Luke(s) Orgasm denial
Luke closed his eyes and groaned into his sweaty jock gagging him as he felt something brush against his asshole. His arms jerked out of reflex, staining against the tape that held them to the barbell above him.
He growled in frustration as he felt his hands move away from his ass and start moving elsewhere. Luke could feel the fingers gliding down his taped legs until they gripped his calves and pulled him, bench and all, forward.
Luke wasn’t sure if it was the warm moist mouth that suddenly enveloped his cock or the display of strength that made him so hard he had to squeeze the ball to warn him he was near the point of no return. The mouth and hands vanished before the sound had even left the room.
“Good boy”
The words drifted through the near orgasmic haze as Luke breathed deep through the jock, the smell and taste of both their sweat making the struggle to keep himself from letting go and disobeying him all the harder until it was pulled away.
“Please sir, please let me come,” his voice raw and pleading, desperate.
“Not today, boy.”
Luke groaned as the jock was replaced.
4. Seth(d)/Luke(s) public/semi-public sex
“Doesn’t Ryan look hot in that suit and that tie…I’m going to have to use it to pull him over here like I did with you. Ties are just like collars, aren’t they Luke? You and Ryan in suits and collars. Keep your eyes on Ryan and remember no sounds.”
Luke just kept his eyes glued to Ryan. Imagining the other teen in his collar rather than a tie, trying not to think about the fact that Seth had just ducked under the table. It was all Luke could do not to gasp as he felt Seth’s tongue run the length of his cock. Luke forced himself to just take a deep breath and stare at Ryan who had noticed Luke’s attention and was coming to the table.
“Hey where’d Seth go?”
Before Luke could find a way to answer, Seth deep throated his cock and Luke came. He grabbed whatever was at hand to keep himself from crying out as his whole body trembled.
“…Seth, you made him break a glass.”
“I did?” Luke heard Seth ask as he saw the other teen pop up from under the table and look at the now shattered glass in his hand.
5. Luke(d/s)/Ryan(s) grudge fuck
“Not quite the same, being on the other side, is it,” Luke taunted as he withdrew his finger from Ryan’s asshole once more as his other hand slowly stoked Ryan’s dick.
Ryan only groaned into the jockstrap in his mouth. His arms were cuffed to the headboard, his ankles suspended from the ceiling, his body -- naked save for his collar-- wide open for Luke.
“That’s what I thought, you white trash fucker. Thinking you can come in here and act like one of us,” Luke ranted as he lined his dick up with Ryan’s hole while grabbing into the other teen’s legs. Luke thrust his cock deep into Ryan as he pulled the teen back, pushing himself even deeper into Ryan as he let out a moan when Ryan’s tight muscles started squeezing his dick.
“That’s right whore, you think you’re special. It’s your ass that’s special, yeah,” Luke went on and on as he plowed in and out of Ryan, faster and harder with each thrust until he came so he left teeth marks in Ryan’s legs as he bit, muffling his cry.
“Now, that’s what I call a show Luke,” Seth said as he licked his fingers.
Word Count: Five 200 word drabbles so 1000 even
Challenge: five kinks from love_vargas: Collar, Leather, Orgasm Denial, Public/Semi-public Sex, Grudge Fuck
Rating: NC-17 (some strong language in the last one and some sex in all of them)
Genre: BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Seth/Ryan/Luke
Series: no just smut
Summary: Seth, Ryan and Luke have an odd relationship. But they know who wears the collars.
Author's Notes: So love_vargas and I were talking and we got talking about D/s in The O.C. and this lead to thinking Ryan would look hot in a collar and Luke could work as a sub and well I asked her for some prompts. She gave them to me and I give her these.
1. Seth(d)/Ryan(s)/Luke(s) Collar
Note: Ryan’s hair is more blond then Luke’s who knew.
The dark leather looked even darker next to their skin than it had in his hand.
Seth forced himself to keep breathing as he walked around his friends, or should he call them boys now? Boys who had given themselves to him.
They were both kneeling before the bed of the pool house. Stripped down to boxers (Ryan) or jock (Luke) when he entered. He’d almost come in his own briefs when he realizes they’d returned to the exact same position-- head down hands behind their backs-- he’d put them in when he’d left to get the collars.
He reached out and ran a hand through Ryan’s golden locks as he circled a finger around Luke’s nipple. Each moving just a breath closer to his hand but no more. Just like they hadn’t moved when he’d buckled their collars’ in place.
Seth twisted Luke’s nipples as he pulled Ryan’s head up and thrust his tongue into Ryan’s willing mouth, getting harder at the hiss from Luke and the groan from Ryan. He shoved Ryan back with his body as he pulled Luke with them until he they were both on the bed under him.
The black leather looked even darker.
2. Seth(d)/Ryan(s)/Luke(s) Leather
“It’s really handy having a boyfriend that’s 18,” Seth told his boys as he took in the sight before him.
Luke was strung up, barley reaching the floor, suspended by cuffs hanging from the ceiling of the pool house (having a boyfriend that did construction was also handy). He was stripped down to his jockstrap, ball gag and collar showing off his muscles as he flexed and stretched to rest more on the ground.
Ryan was kneeling next to Luke, clad only in leather, a collar around his neck and shorts trapping the outline of a hardening dick as he held out the whip for Seth.
Seth stepped forward and took the whip’s handle before running the strands over his fingers, feeling the leather slid across his skin. He then flicked his wrist to tap Luke’s back with the strands. “Don’t forget to count them Ryan.” Seth ordered as he lashed out with his arm harder and faster.
“One…two…three…”
He watched as Luke squirmed under the onslaught, muffled cries coming through the gag, all while the blond’s jockstrap got wetter from pre-cum as it bulged out.
Seth looked over at Ryan’s wide eyes before smirking and lashed out again.
“Four…five…”
3. Ryan(d)/Luke(s) Orgasm denial
Luke closed his eyes and groaned into his sweaty jock gagging him as he felt something brush against his asshole. His arms jerked out of reflex, staining against the tape that held them to the barbell above him.
He growled in frustration as he felt his hands move away from his ass and start moving elsewhere. Luke could feel the fingers gliding down his taped legs until they gripped his calves and pulled him, bench and all, forward.
Luke wasn’t sure if it was the warm moist mouth that suddenly enveloped his cock or the display of strength that made him so hard he had to squeeze the ball to warn him he was near the point of no return. The mouth and hands vanished before the sound had even left the room.
“Good boy”
The words drifted through the near orgasmic haze as Luke breathed deep through the jock, the smell and taste of both their sweat making the struggle to keep himself from letting go and disobeying him all the harder until it was pulled away.
“Please sir, please let me come,” his voice raw and pleading, desperate.
“Not today, boy.”
Luke groaned as the jock was replaced.
4. Seth(d)/Luke(s) public/semi-public sex
“Doesn’t Ryan look hot in that suit and that tie…I’m going to have to use it to pull him over here like I did with you. Ties are just like collars, aren’t they Luke? You and Ryan in suits and collars. Keep your eyes on Ryan and remember no sounds.”
Luke just kept his eyes glued to Ryan. Imagining the other teen in his collar rather than a tie, trying not to think about the fact that Seth had just ducked under the table. It was all Luke could do not to gasp as he felt Seth’s tongue run the length of his cock. Luke forced himself to just take a deep breath and stare at Ryan who had noticed Luke’s attention and was coming to the table.
“Hey where’d Seth go?”
Before Luke could find a way to answer, Seth deep throated his cock and Luke came. He grabbed whatever was at hand to keep himself from crying out as his whole body trembled.
“…Seth, you made him break a glass.”
“I did?” Luke heard Seth ask as he saw the other teen pop up from under the table and look at the now shattered glass in his hand.
5. Luke(d/s)/Ryan(s) grudge fuck
“Not quite the same, being on the other side, is it,” Luke taunted as he withdrew his finger from Ryan’s asshole once more as his other hand slowly stoked Ryan’s dick.
Ryan only groaned into the jockstrap in his mouth. His arms were cuffed to the headboard, his ankles suspended from the ceiling, his body -- naked save for his collar-- wide open for Luke.
“That’s what I thought, you white trash fucker. Thinking you can come in here and act like one of us,” Luke ranted as he lined his dick up with Ryan’s hole while grabbing into the other teen’s legs. Luke thrust his cock deep into Ryan as he pulled the teen back, pushing himself even deeper into Ryan as he let out a moan when Ryan’s tight muscles started squeezing his dick.
“That’s right whore, you think you’re special. It’s your ass that’s special, yeah,” Luke went on and on as he plowed in and out of Ryan, faster and harder with each thrust until he came so he left teeth marks in Ryan’s legs as he bit, muffling his cry.
“Now, that’s what I call a show Luke,” Seth said as he licked his fingers.