Wet Dream (1/1)
Written early in the morning, sorry if it's not that good
Title: Wet Dream
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Thanks rabidchild67 for the prompt
Summary: Neal has a certain re-occurring erotic dream- what is it?
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Neal groaned as a hot mouth nipped at his neck, making sure that there would still be a mark the next day. Neal's wrists were already tied together with one of his own silk ties and forced above his head and out of the way. Peter had made sure that they stayed there by tying the ends to the headboard. He had Neal exactly where he wanted him.
Neal's cock throbbed as Peter bit down on his collarbone. Neal gasped and fought against the bonds as Peter took a nipple into his mouth. As Peter bit it lightly, Neal groaned and could hear the small ripping sound coming from above is head. His tie was going to be completely ruined after this, all stretched out and ripped. As Peter's mouth came back up to claim his, Neal couldn't really bring himself to care.
Peter broke the kiss and Neal watched as Peter undid his own tie. Neal was surprised that, instead of tossing it somewhere, Peter trailed it lightly over Neal's thigh. It was cheap, much cheaper than Neal's tie, and a little scratchy against his skin. Neal's breath hitched and he arched his back as the fabric passed over his stomach. Neal's eyes slid shut and he groaned as Peter teased his sensitive nipples with the tie.
Peter finally pulled back and stroked Neal's face once before knotting the tie over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. The makeshift blindfold made every touch to Neal's skin amplified. Peter kissed him on the mouth once before trailing hot kisses down his chest. Neal moaned, pulling against his restraints, as Peter's tongue sucked a nipple hard before continuing down. The hot wet mouth left him for a few moments and Neal tried to get control of his breathing so he could hear what Peter was doing.
All of the sudden, a pair of hands held his hips down firmly as lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He tried to buck his hips up as Peter's mouth throat around him, but the hands on his hips kept him in place. Peter got into a rhythm, going down quickly and coming up slowly, sucking and laving Neal's dick on the way up. Groans spilled freely from Neal's lips as he felt himself get closer and closer to completion.
Peter seemed to realize this too, as he sped up. Then Neal felt a hand leave his hips and a slick finger probed his entrance gently before sliding in. Neal groaned loudly. Peter took Neal's entire length into his mouth and added another finger. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, Neal's cock in Peter's mouth while Peter fingered him. Neal was so close to the edge it was almost painful. Peter sucked on the tip hard as his fingers hit Neal's prostrate and Neal cried out and came in a burst of white.
Neal woke up with a start. He was panting, twisted up in sweat filled sheets. He could feel the damp stickiness in his pajama pants. Neal scrubbed a hand over his face and ran his hand through sweaty hair. He felt shame bubbling deep in his gut. He felt like a horny teenager. This was the fourth time he'd had the same dream this week. He was beginning to get distracted at work by anyone who even mentioned ties. He didn't even want to think about the time he spilled his coffee when Peter had touched his tie.
These dreams had to stop.
And Neal had to figure out some way of tricking Peter into tying him up.
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I feel like this one sucks, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless.