Slick like soap, 1 of 2, NC17, Billy Rocks/Goodnight Robicheaux
Slick like soap
By wanderingsmith and Joline
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Magnificent 7
Pairing: Billy Rocks/Goodnight Robicheaux
Summary: Plot? no plot here.
Goody: “Billy, can I touch your funny bone?”
Billy: “Um… sure. Why?”
Goody: *snuggles Billy’s elbow* <3___<3 *purrs*
“Goody?”
“Umm?”
Billy’s still-gloved fingers came up and tugged at Goody’s beard, “You can cuddle my elbow as long as you don’t cut the beard.”
Notes: nothing but smut here!! nothing. at all. only 5400 words of smutty smut smut. possibly a *smidge* OOC.
back&forth email fic that only had grammar and spelling tweaked, not flow or attempt to make into pretty fic
back and forth POV!!
Story in 2 Sections. There are two versions of Section 2
More Notes: this started with the above lines and then inherited the following discussion that started a couple months ago after another fic entirely…
- not at all. I’d be the first to admit that I’m fetishizing Billy’s gloves (there’s totally not enough glove porn out there.) but them being included believably would be nice. How about Billy teasing Goody with them? His skin’s so close, but all he gets are the warm gloves…
- ….I’m all for glove porn.. but what he’s wearing doesn’t lend itself.. no fingertips, so you can’t slide material on skin. if was soft leather like a lot of shooters use, could at least touch with hte knuckles.. but that rough cotton doesn’t look like a pleasure..
- Goodnight picked up the glove and turned it over in his hands, rubbing his thumb into its palm. It was still warm, as if Billy had only slipped it off seconds ago, and the rough cotton was worn smooth where Billy’s hands were calloused, those places the knife rested and rubbed against. They smelled of Billy, too, and Goodnight brought it up to nuzzled it, closing his eyes as he chased Billy’s scent beneath the sharp tang of knife oil and dirt and apple sweetness from where the juice had fountained over his fingers at lunch earlier, thick milky drops glistening in the midday sun. Pressing his parted lips to the fabric, Goodnight darted his tongue out to trace the flavor into the creases between the fingers, and shivered when he found a hint of something else there, salty and alkaline.
- eh, still think those particular gloves would chafe a willie rather badly, lol
- Billy has been gutting a rabbit earlier and had blood on his fingers (salty) and then just rubbed his fingers on a bit of soap to clean them instead of taking off his gloves (alkaline)…?
- snort!. says the lady who has goody sniffing gloves htat will have seen a hell of lot of hard labor in filthy conditions…
- so the material is worn soft and frayed at the edges…
- your gloves would be soaked in sweat and ground-in with dirt after that long day…
https://68.media.tumblr.com/47c5a9c7b3d424f7a001b622a34a79b9/tumblr_on48qkCmsw1w5san3o1_500.gif
- I was almost afraid of clicking that when I read “sweat” but point taken… maybe he has a spare? :-) (Or maybe Goody likes it dirty.)
Section One
Goodnight grabbed Billy’s wrist and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, moaning as he swirled his tongue around skin and soft cotton.
The surprised grunt that Billy gave before pulling his fingers away made Goodnight smirk. Billy responded by sliding his fingers to the back of his neck with a dirty grin, “As lovely as your lips are on my filthy fingers, they’d be even better around something else.”
Goodnight’s breath hitched a little, eyes darkening. A smirk tugging at his mouth. “Something else filthy?” he asked, nuzzling Billy’s cheek. “What might that be?” He brushed a feathery kiss along Billy’s jaw, up to where his heart pounded like a war drum against Goodnight’s lips, and gently nipped Billy’s earlobe.
Billy’s fingers tightened into Goody’s hair as he shuddered away from the bite. Tugging the annoyingly fashionably oiled locks, Billy grinned at the hum it got him, tempted to lean in and nibble the stretched tendon on the edge of Goody’s neck. "You know I plan better than that A few moment’s privacy and a wet cloth..“ he gently pushed Goody’s head down until he felt warm breath flow over his crotch.
Goodnight crawled down the bed willingly, letting their naked bodies slide along each other, chuckling a little.
"Was that dry spell too long for you, cher?” He pressed a kiss to Billy’s belly, rubbing his cheeks on the smooth skin and then moving to nuzzle the long, untidy scar that ran to Billy’s hip. It was old, had already been well-healed when they first fell into bed together, but Goodnight couldn’t help but feel grateful every time he saw it. He traced the soft, white line with little licks until he felt the curve of Billy’s hipbone beneath his mouth, then moved down to pepper the inside of his thighs with open-mouthed kisses.
It had taken getting used to, Goody’s mixed reaction to the injury that had finally convinced him to turn his back on his old life. The missing sensations from the scar making it even more of a shock when Goody strayed past it. The humbling feeling whenever he let himself think that Goody cared for his survival that much. It kept him patient in these moments of slow gentleness when he was in the mood for more.
When Goody pressed his lips on the sensitive skin of his inner-thigh and created ticklish slashes of pleasure when he wanted the real thing, however, he tugged at Goody’s hair in warning and growled low, “Goody.. stop teasing.” pulling those damned lips finally to his slowly-stirring cock.
Soft lips sucking him slow and tender into wet heat; one day he might tell Goody just how fucking good it felt to harden while in his mouth.
Goodnight took the head of Billy’s cock into his mouth, licking up his unique, salty taste and teasing the sensitive hood with his tongue, sucking a little until he felt Billy’s shaft harden fully. Then he drew off, smirking, to nose through the soot-black pubic hair and kiss his balls. He smiled a little at the growl it got him, taking the soft skin between his lips and stroking up Billy’s thighs to knead his perfect ass. He loved teasing Billy, especially when he was getting all worked up and impatient, bucking like a colt and pulling at whatever body part of Goodnight’s he had currently in his grasp. Usually Goodnight found himself swayed, or seduced, or gently threatened into giving in, but he was determined not to let that happen tonight.
It was tempting to try to force Goody’s mouth back on his cock, give the hair in his hands a few firm tugs and rock himself against some bare skin: his lover could usually be convinced. On the other hand, Goody’s mouth around his balls was nothing Billy objected to, so he used his grip to push those teasing lips tighter into his crotch, rocking his hips down. He was just thinking that Goody was going to be stubborn and he’d settle for rubbing himself against those lips for a bit, and then jerked when one of his balls was sucked into wet heat and flicked a few times by a familiar tongue.
Goodnight rubbed his tongue along the underside of Billy’s balls, laving them with spit that dribbled down between his cheeks. Smirking a little, he drew back and blew on the wet spot, just to make Billy shiver. His fingers slipped down to stroke his hole. “Wanna do it all tonight? Or,” his voice dropped into a purr. “Wanna do me?”
“I always want to do you, Goody.” But he was pushing against those wet fingers as he spoke. Feeling Goody’s breath against his ass. And wanting more. More than a trickle of saliva and a bit of air. "Lick me open" He smirked at the groan that got him, waiting with fake patience for Goody to let him know how he wanted to do this.
“I want to ride you,” Goodnight said, spreading his fingers on Billy’s thighs to open them further. “So you better be up for two rounds.”
He trailed his lips over the soft skin beneath his balls, smiling and murmuring, just loud enough for Billy to hear. “Hold you down when I take you in, again and again, slick like soap.”
Goodnight licked the rim of Billy’s quivering hole. “Until you buck underneath me like a wild bull.”
And with that, he pressed his tongue to the muscle, teasing a little until it gave.
“Fuck!” He always forgot just how hard that first thrust got to him. Going from the silky stroke of Goody’s tongue that messed with his mind as much as it was a tease at fucking sensitive skin, to feeling himself helplessly pulse open. That tongue was still as soft as anything, but when it pushed, his body gave in so fucking easy he might as well be begging to be fucked out loud. He stiffened as that tongue pulled all the way out and then gave a cruelly slow lick as his breath rasped in anticipation. When it poked its way back in, his hands dropped to grip at the bedding as he bit his lip to try to keep the whimpers in.
Billy was beautiful like this. Breathtakingly beautiful. Goodnight couldn’t keep his eyes off him, not for a second, as he pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go, coaxing the rim wide with gentle fingertips. His own cock twitched, hard and demanding, but Goodnight ignored it. Nothing was more important than Billy like this, clawing at the sheets as he keened and trembled.
for Section 2, you get to pick your adventure (due to some slight miscommunication on the authors’ parts, lol)
Option 1: Billy gets taken apart http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826127.html
Option 2: Goody gets his ride http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826464.html
By wanderingsmith and Joline
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Magnificent 7
Pairing: Billy Rocks/Goodnight Robicheaux
Summary: Plot? no plot here.
Goody: “Billy, can I touch your funny bone?”
Billy: “Um… sure. Why?”
Goody: *snuggles Billy’s elbow* <3___<3 *purrs*
“Goody?”
“Umm?”
Billy’s still-gloved fingers came up and tugged at Goody’s beard, “You can cuddle my elbow as long as you don’t cut the beard.”
Notes: nothing but smut here!! nothing. at all. only 5400 words of smutty smut smut. possibly a *smidge* OOC.
back&forth email fic that only had grammar and spelling tweaked, not flow or attempt to make into pretty fic
back and forth POV!!
Story in 2 Sections. There are two versions of Section 2
More Notes: this started with the above lines and then inherited the following discussion that started a couple months ago after another fic entirely…
- not at all. I’d be the first to admit that I’m fetishizing Billy’s gloves (there’s totally not enough glove porn out there.) but them being included believably would be nice. How about Billy teasing Goody with them? His skin’s so close, but all he gets are the warm gloves…
- ….I’m all for glove porn.. but what he’s wearing doesn’t lend itself.. no fingertips, so you can’t slide material on skin. if was soft leather like a lot of shooters use, could at least touch with hte knuckles.. but that rough cotton doesn’t look like a pleasure..
- Goodnight picked up the glove and turned it over in his hands, rubbing his thumb into its palm. It was still warm, as if Billy had only slipped it off seconds ago, and the rough cotton was worn smooth where Billy’s hands were calloused, those places the knife rested and rubbed against. They smelled of Billy, too, and Goodnight brought it up to nuzzled it, closing his eyes as he chased Billy’s scent beneath the sharp tang of knife oil and dirt and apple sweetness from where the juice had fountained over his fingers at lunch earlier, thick milky drops glistening in the midday sun. Pressing his parted lips to the fabric, Goodnight darted his tongue out to trace the flavor into the creases between the fingers, and shivered when he found a hint of something else there, salty and alkaline.
- eh, still think those particular gloves would chafe a willie rather badly, lol
- Billy has been gutting a rabbit earlier and had blood on his fingers (salty) and then just rubbed his fingers on a bit of soap to clean them instead of taking off his gloves (alkaline)…?
- snort!. says the lady who has goody sniffing gloves htat will have seen a hell of lot of hard labor in filthy conditions…
- so the material is worn soft and frayed at the edges…
- your gloves would be soaked in sweat and ground-in with dirt after that long day…
https://68.media.tumblr.com/47c5a9c7b3d424f7a001b622a34a79b9/tumblr_on48qkCmsw1w5san3o1_500.gif
- I was almost afraid of clicking that when I read “sweat” but point taken… maybe he has a spare? :-) (Or maybe Goody likes it dirty.)
Section One
Goodnight grabbed Billy’s wrist and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, moaning as he swirled his tongue around skin and soft cotton.
The surprised grunt that Billy gave before pulling his fingers away made Goodnight smirk. Billy responded by sliding his fingers to the back of his neck with a dirty grin, “As lovely as your lips are on my filthy fingers, they’d be even better around something else.”
Goodnight’s breath hitched a little, eyes darkening. A smirk tugging at his mouth. “Something else filthy?” he asked, nuzzling Billy’s cheek. “What might that be?” He brushed a feathery kiss along Billy’s jaw, up to where his heart pounded like a war drum against Goodnight’s lips, and gently nipped Billy’s earlobe.
Billy’s fingers tightened into Goody’s hair as he shuddered away from the bite. Tugging the annoyingly fashionably oiled locks, Billy grinned at the hum it got him, tempted to lean in and nibble the stretched tendon on the edge of Goody’s neck. "You know I plan better than that A few moment’s privacy and a wet cloth..“ he gently pushed Goody’s head down until he felt warm breath flow over his crotch.
Goodnight crawled down the bed willingly, letting their naked bodies slide along each other, chuckling a little.
"Was that dry spell too long for you, cher?” He pressed a kiss to Billy’s belly, rubbing his cheeks on the smooth skin and then moving to nuzzle the long, untidy scar that ran to Billy’s hip. It was old, had already been well-healed when they first fell into bed together, but Goodnight couldn’t help but feel grateful every time he saw it. He traced the soft, white line with little licks until he felt the curve of Billy’s hipbone beneath his mouth, then moved down to pepper the inside of his thighs with open-mouthed kisses.
It had taken getting used to, Goody’s mixed reaction to the injury that had finally convinced him to turn his back on his old life. The missing sensations from the scar making it even more of a shock when Goody strayed past it. The humbling feeling whenever he let himself think that Goody cared for his survival that much. It kept him patient in these moments of slow gentleness when he was in the mood for more.
When Goody pressed his lips on the sensitive skin of his inner-thigh and created ticklish slashes of pleasure when he wanted the real thing, however, he tugged at Goody’s hair in warning and growled low, “Goody.. stop teasing.” pulling those damned lips finally to his slowly-stirring cock.
Soft lips sucking him slow and tender into wet heat; one day he might tell Goody just how fucking good it felt to harden while in his mouth.
Goodnight took the head of Billy’s cock into his mouth, licking up his unique, salty taste and teasing the sensitive hood with his tongue, sucking a little until he felt Billy’s shaft harden fully. Then he drew off, smirking, to nose through the soot-black pubic hair and kiss his balls. He smiled a little at the growl it got him, taking the soft skin between his lips and stroking up Billy’s thighs to knead his perfect ass. He loved teasing Billy, especially when he was getting all worked up and impatient, bucking like a colt and pulling at whatever body part of Goodnight’s he had currently in his grasp. Usually Goodnight found himself swayed, or seduced, or gently threatened into giving in, but he was determined not to let that happen tonight.
It was tempting to try to force Goody’s mouth back on his cock, give the hair in his hands a few firm tugs and rock himself against some bare skin: his lover could usually be convinced. On the other hand, Goody’s mouth around his balls was nothing Billy objected to, so he used his grip to push those teasing lips tighter into his crotch, rocking his hips down. He was just thinking that Goody was going to be stubborn and he’d settle for rubbing himself against those lips for a bit, and then jerked when one of his balls was sucked into wet heat and flicked a few times by a familiar tongue.
Goodnight rubbed his tongue along the underside of Billy’s balls, laving them with spit that dribbled down between his cheeks. Smirking a little, he drew back and blew on the wet spot, just to make Billy shiver. His fingers slipped down to stroke his hole. “Wanna do it all tonight? Or,” his voice dropped into a purr. “Wanna do me?”
“I always want to do you, Goody.” But he was pushing against those wet fingers as he spoke. Feeling Goody’s breath against his ass. And wanting more. More than a trickle of saliva and a bit of air. "Lick me open" He smirked at the groan that got him, waiting with fake patience for Goody to let him know how he wanted to do this.
“I want to ride you,” Goodnight said, spreading his fingers on Billy’s thighs to open them further. “So you better be up for two rounds.”
He trailed his lips over the soft skin beneath his balls, smiling and murmuring, just loud enough for Billy to hear. “Hold you down when I take you in, again and again, slick like soap.”
Goodnight licked the rim of Billy’s quivering hole. “Until you buck underneath me like a wild bull.”
And with that, he pressed his tongue to the muscle, teasing a little until it gave.
“Fuck!” He always forgot just how hard that first thrust got to him. Going from the silky stroke of Goody’s tongue that messed with his mind as much as it was a tease at fucking sensitive skin, to feeling himself helplessly pulse open. That tongue was still as soft as anything, but when it pushed, his body gave in so fucking easy he might as well be begging to be fucked out loud. He stiffened as that tongue pulled all the way out and then gave a cruelly slow lick as his breath rasped in anticipation. When it poked its way back in, his hands dropped to grip at the bedding as he bit his lip to try to keep the whimpers in.
Billy was beautiful like this. Breathtakingly beautiful. Goodnight couldn’t keep his eyes off him, not for a second, as he pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go, coaxing the rim wide with gentle fingertips. His own cock twitched, hard and demanding, but Goodnight ignored it. Nothing was more important than Billy like this, clawing at the sheets as he keened and trembled.
for Section 2, you get to pick your adventure (due to some slight miscommunication on the authors’ parts, lol)
Option 1: Billy gets taken apart http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826127.html
Option 2: Goody gets his ride http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826464.html