Original Fiction Drabbles [Original]
Original Fiction Drabbles
Title: Distract yet?
Word Count: 145
Challenge: For be_a_rebel to distract her
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Original Military guy
The dog tags where just dangling there.
He had to grab them to pull him tighter against his body, pulling him into a kiss as his other hand felt for his partners cock under the rough fabric of the uniform. He moved from the lips down the jaw and neck as he pulled down the zipper blocking his goal.
He heard and felt the shutter of pleasure as his cool palm made contact with the hot fiery dick inside. Gripping it he bit down on the neck before him as he curled the tags into his fist as he felt the pulsing under his hand.
Then with a groan he opened his eyes to see his fellow Guard was just standing there watching him with a puzzled look on his face as his dog tags just hung outside his uniforms.
Just hanging there….
Distract yet?
Title: End of Lunch
Word Count: 100
Challenge: For fran_fic who helped create this idea based off an icon
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Original Master/Slave pair
Dylan watched as his owner adjusted his tie one last time before the confident man strode down the hall toward his car and work beyond without looking back.
Dylan ran his finger over a fresh welts on his back, hissing at the pain before smiling remembering how they felt as his Master gave them to him, how much he loved the grin on his Master’s face during the whipping. How happy he was at his Master’s surprise lunch visit. His Master’s time was valuable not just to him but to everyone. But still…he wished he never had to leave him.
Title: Distract yet?
Word Count: 145
Challenge: For be_a_rebel to distract her
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Original Military guy
The dog tags where just dangling there.
He had to grab them to pull him tighter against his body, pulling him into a kiss as his other hand felt for his partners cock under the rough fabric of the uniform. He moved from the lips down the jaw and neck as he pulled down the zipper blocking his goal.
He heard and felt the shutter of pleasure as his cool palm made contact with the hot fiery dick inside. Gripping it he bit down on the neck before him as he curled the tags into his fist as he felt the pulsing under his hand.
Then with a groan he opened his eyes to see his fellow Guard was just standing there watching him with a puzzled look on his face as his dog tags just hung outside his uniforms.
Just hanging there….
Distract yet?
Title: End of Lunch
Word Count: 100
Challenge: For fran_fic who helped create this idea based off an icon
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Original Master/Slave pair
Dylan watched as his owner adjusted his tie one last time before the confident man strode down the hall toward his car and work beyond without looking back.
Dylan ran his finger over a fresh welts on his back, hissing at the pain before smiling remembering how they felt as his Master gave them to him, how much he loved the grin on his Master’s face during the whipping. How happy he was at his Master’s surprise lunch visit. His Master’s time was valuable not just to him but to everyone. But still…he wished he never had to leave him.