Planet's Pinto Panty Porn Continued Part 1/2
Cherry Cherry Boom Boom
(Formerly Planet's Pinto Panty Porn)
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17 (IT'S KINKY)
This is comment porn originally on planet_pinto's journal. I've been playing with it a bit and decided to post it here.
Below the cut porn. pure porn. with no socially redeeming value
The walk up the four floors seems interminably long. Sweat causes everything to stick to Zach and not in a pleasant way. It's just a crappy humid day in New York City, and Zach missing Chris so much he might actually cry.
They are supposed to be better at this bicoastal thing but schedules have gotten fucked up and the obligations of being Chris Pine or Zachary Quinto have made it impossible for them just to be Zach and Chris.
Zach just wants to slip into his apartment, take off all his clothes, sit naked in front of a fan, and call Chris. It doesn't seem like much to demand from the universe. He's been a pretty good guy this year.
The lock clicks and Zach manages to get his bag on to the hook by the door before he notices the candles. Lots of tiny ones lined up around the room and every stalker scene from every bad b movie he's ever seen instantly comes to mind. Zach grabs his phone like a life line and wonders if he shouldn't just run back down the stairs to the super's office.
"Jesus Christ, finally. I was afraid you'd never show up." Chris' warm exasperated voice cuts through the candlelit darkness.
"What the fuck, Chris?"
"I've been alone, not eating, and watching too much porn so I decided to surprise you."
The bedroom door opens a little and Chris is visible in half shadow.
"Holy shit." Zach has to sit down. If he doesn't he's going to pass out and he doesn't want to miss any of this.
His white hat with the black band is perched on the top of Chris' head. He's teased Zach about the internet's nickname of Fug hat but it's anything but fugly with Chris' dark tresses tucked under it.
Chris is shirtless and pantless. . well almost pantless.
"Where did you get those?" Zach's vision is getting blurry and he's almost sure he's hyperventilating.
"Victoria's Secret is that I can wear some of her stuff." They are boyshorts, black silk and lace. They curve over Chris' hips and strain across his cock. The lower legs gape just a little so that Zach can see just a hint of skin and hair.
"Think they make my ass look big?" Chris turns a little unsteady and that's when Zach realize he's wearing heels. Not just any heels but shoes that put the fuck in fuck-me-pumps. Zach's torn between looking at Chris ass or following the long line of his legs.
Chris leans against the door frame and bends his knee so the bottom of his left shoe shows, it's a distinctive red and Zach has to lick his lips and gasp for breath.
"Louboutins."
Chris turns his head looking back at Zach over his shoulder. It's a just a drop of his hip and a wink but it's enough to compel Zach out of the chair nearly rocking Chris off his heels and through the door frame.
"Jesus Christ, Chris. Did you buy these here today?" Chris' skin is hot and smells faintly of eucalyptus. Zach can't help but drag his tongue across it. Chris moans slightly and shakes his head.
"Had them for a while. Had to make sure I could walk in them."
"Show me." It's a command not a request and Zach knows that it turns Chris on.
Chris isn't completely steady on the almost five inch heels so it's more of an amateur stripper walk than that of a runway model but Chris still swings his hips. The black material of the boy shorts clings lovingly to Chris' ass and the lace is just sheer enough that Zach can see hints of flesh.
"Come back to me, I want to see if the front looks as good as the back."
Chris turns gingerly and Zach shucks his shirt quickly. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans but it's just to relieve ungodly pressure.
The view from the front destroys Zach. Chris is hard, pressing at black silk and lack so hard that the elastic waistband has slipped below his treasure trail. Zach is almost certain he can see the very tip of Chris' cock. Zach's hat sits on the back of Chris' head and Chris is wide eyed with blown pupils. It's all perfection on top of perfection when Zach finally takes in the shoes.
They are peep toes and Chris has bright red toe nails that match the red of the soles.
"Fuck me." Zach can barely whisper.
"I think that's my line." Chris walks back to Zach deliberately swinging his hips wider and faster.
"It's going to be." Zach crowds himself into the door way making Chris step back. Chris is taller in the heels but he's also uncertain on them. He's easy to push back into the bedroom and on to the bed.
Zach grabs one of Chris' legs and raises it, lovingly stroking over the black leather of the shoe.
"These are amazing. The nails are the crowning touch."
"Thought you might like them. Had those done here. Wasn't going to explain them to security."
Zach's fingers wander over the leather and the skin of Chris' foot. He leans his head down breathing lightly against Chris' toes just enough to make the other man twitch.
"I'm going to make you come in your pretty black panties. You're going to soak them. Then I plan on fucking you while you're wearing these. Braced up against the wall trying desperately not to fall off of them while I fuck you out of your mind." Chris moans desperately and Zach can see his cock twitch through the material Blue eyes stare up at him as Zach rubs the scruff of his stubble over the soft leather.
"Are you ready, Christopher?" Zach says softly before running his tongue over Chris' exposed toes. Chris whines and jerks trying to get his foot back but Zach won't let him. Zach pressed his tongue between Chris' tongue flicking it like he does before he sucks Chris' cock.
"Please. . . Zach. . . " He's so close, Zach can see the red tip of Chris' cock slip out of the elastic waist band. He places Chris' leg over his shoulder and leans down gripping the other man's cock through the black silk. Zach slips to his knees, Chris' leg falling with him. Zach uses both hands to rub the silk and lace over Chris. He manipulates a patch of lace till it's over the head of Chris' cock which is weeping heavily. Zach can feel him and smell him through the lace. Zach repeats the motion of his tongue flicking it hard at the lace covered tip of Chris' cock till Chris whines.
The thumb of his left hand pushes the silk between Chris' legs rubbing at his balls and his perineum. Chris squirms and tries to scoot up the bed, but Zach turns his head biting Chris' inner thigh.
"Stay still." The shivering heaving body isn't exactly still but he quits trying to squirm out of Zach's grip.
"Please." Another desperate breathless moan and Zach knows that usually they don't have to have permission to come but something about this is different. Chris like this is different.
"Beg me." Zach presses the silk against Chris' asshole barely pushing the material inside. It's silk but it's still dry and will still burn as it goes inside Chris. Zach uses his teeth to scrape the head of Chris' cock through the lace. Chris half screams before burying his face in one of the pillows
"Beg me. Beg me to let you come." Zach pushes the silk a little further into Chris.
"PLEASE ZACH. PLEASE." It's a desperate sob ripped from Chris' chest and Zach almost comes himself.
"Now." It's a soft command but Chris instantly responds spurting hard cum soaking through the lace. Zach can't help but taste it before rubbing the black silk over Chris' cock soaking the material. Chris bucks and twists shouting in a way that's probably going to get Zach complaints from the neighbors but he doesn't care. He'll move. Nothing is more important than Chris like this.
(to be continued, maybe)
(Formerly Planet's Pinto Panty Porn)
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17 (IT'S KINKY)
This is comment porn originally on planet_pinto's journal. I've been playing with it a bit and decided to post it here.
Below the cut porn. pure porn. with no socially redeeming value
The walk up the four floors seems interminably long. Sweat causes everything to stick to Zach and not in a pleasant way. It's just a crappy humid day in New York City, and Zach missing Chris so much he might actually cry.
They are supposed to be better at this bicoastal thing but schedules have gotten fucked up and the obligations of being Chris Pine or Zachary Quinto have made it impossible for them just to be Zach and Chris.
Zach just wants to slip into his apartment, take off all his clothes, sit naked in front of a fan, and call Chris. It doesn't seem like much to demand from the universe. He's been a pretty good guy this year.
The lock clicks and Zach manages to get his bag on to the hook by the door before he notices the candles. Lots of tiny ones lined up around the room and every stalker scene from every bad b movie he's ever seen instantly comes to mind. Zach grabs his phone like a life line and wonders if he shouldn't just run back down the stairs to the super's office.
"Jesus Christ, finally. I was afraid you'd never show up." Chris' warm exasperated voice cuts through the candlelit darkness.
"What the fuck, Chris?"
"I've been alone, not eating, and watching too much porn so I decided to surprise you."
The bedroom door opens a little and Chris is visible in half shadow.
"Holy shit." Zach has to sit down. If he doesn't he's going to pass out and he doesn't want to miss any of this.
His white hat with the black band is perched on the top of Chris' head. He's teased Zach about the internet's nickname of Fug hat but it's anything but fugly with Chris' dark tresses tucked under it.
Chris is shirtless and pantless. . well almost pantless.
"Where did you get those?" Zach's vision is getting blurry and he's almost sure he's hyperventilating.
"Victoria's Secret is that I can wear some of her stuff." They are boyshorts, black silk and lace. They curve over Chris' hips and strain across his cock. The lower legs gape just a little so that Zach can see just a hint of skin and hair.
"Think they make my ass look big?" Chris turns a little unsteady and that's when Zach realize he's wearing heels. Not just any heels but shoes that put the fuck in fuck-me-pumps. Zach's torn between looking at Chris ass or following the long line of his legs.
Chris leans against the door frame and bends his knee so the bottom of his left shoe shows, it's a distinctive red and Zach has to lick his lips and gasp for breath.
"Louboutins."
Chris turns his head looking back at Zach over his shoulder. It's a just a drop of his hip and a wink but it's enough to compel Zach out of the chair nearly rocking Chris off his heels and through the door frame.
"Jesus Christ, Chris. Did you buy these here today?" Chris' skin is hot and smells faintly of eucalyptus. Zach can't help but drag his tongue across it. Chris moans slightly and shakes his head.
"Had them for a while. Had to make sure I could walk in them."
"Show me." It's a command not a request and Zach knows that it turns Chris on.
Chris isn't completely steady on the almost five inch heels so it's more of an amateur stripper walk than that of a runway model but Chris still swings his hips. The black material of the boy shorts clings lovingly to Chris' ass and the lace is just sheer enough that Zach can see hints of flesh.
"Come back to me, I want to see if the front looks as good as the back."
Chris turns gingerly and Zach shucks his shirt quickly. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans but it's just to relieve ungodly pressure.
The view from the front destroys Zach. Chris is hard, pressing at black silk and lack so hard that the elastic waistband has slipped below his treasure trail. Zach is almost certain he can see the very tip of Chris' cock. Zach's hat sits on the back of Chris' head and Chris is wide eyed with blown pupils. It's all perfection on top of perfection when Zach finally takes in the shoes.
They are peep toes and Chris has bright red toe nails that match the red of the soles.
"Fuck me." Zach can barely whisper.
"I think that's my line." Chris walks back to Zach deliberately swinging his hips wider and faster.
"It's going to be." Zach crowds himself into the door way making Chris step back. Chris is taller in the heels but he's also uncertain on them. He's easy to push back into the bedroom and on to the bed.
Zach grabs one of Chris' legs and raises it, lovingly stroking over the black leather of the shoe.
"These are amazing. The nails are the crowning touch."
"Thought you might like them. Had those done here. Wasn't going to explain them to security."
Zach's fingers wander over the leather and the skin of Chris' foot. He leans his head down breathing lightly against Chris' toes just enough to make the other man twitch.
"I'm going to make you come in your pretty black panties. You're going to soak them. Then I plan on fucking you while you're wearing these. Braced up against the wall trying desperately not to fall off of them while I fuck you out of your mind." Chris moans desperately and Zach can see his cock twitch through the material Blue eyes stare up at him as Zach rubs the scruff of his stubble over the soft leather.
"Are you ready, Christopher?" Zach says softly before running his tongue over Chris' exposed toes. Chris whines and jerks trying to get his foot back but Zach won't let him. Zach pressed his tongue between Chris' tongue flicking it like he does before he sucks Chris' cock.
"Please. . . Zach. . . " He's so close, Zach can see the red tip of Chris' cock slip out of the elastic waist band. He places Chris' leg over his shoulder and leans down gripping the other man's cock through the black silk. Zach slips to his knees, Chris' leg falling with him. Zach uses both hands to rub the silk and lace over Chris. He manipulates a patch of lace till it's over the head of Chris' cock which is weeping heavily. Zach can feel him and smell him through the lace. Zach repeats the motion of his tongue flicking it hard at the lace covered tip of Chris' cock till Chris whines.
The thumb of his left hand pushes the silk between Chris' legs rubbing at his balls and his perineum. Chris squirms and tries to scoot up the bed, but Zach turns his head biting Chris' inner thigh.
"Stay still." The shivering heaving body isn't exactly still but he quits trying to squirm out of Zach's grip.
"Please." Another desperate breathless moan and Zach knows that usually they don't have to have permission to come but something about this is different. Chris like this is different.
"Beg me." Zach presses the silk against Chris' asshole barely pushing the material inside. It's silk but it's still dry and will still burn as it goes inside Chris. Zach uses his teeth to scrape the head of Chris' cock through the lace. Chris half screams before burying his face in one of the pillows
"Beg me. Beg me to let you come." Zach pushes the silk a little further into Chris.
"PLEASE ZACH. PLEASE." It's a desperate sob ripped from Chris' chest and Zach almost comes himself.
"Now." It's a soft command but Chris instantly responds spurting hard cum soaking through the lace. Zach can't help but taste it before rubbing the black silk over Chris' cock soaking the material. Chris bucks and twists shouting in a way that's probably going to get Zach complaints from the neighbors but he doesn't care. He'll move. Nothing is more important than Chris like this.
(to be continued, maybe)