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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Title: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
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Author: Llewellynprince
Date: no idea
E-Mail: none
Link to: none
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard Ronon Dex/Peter Grodin, Stackshouse/Markham, Radek Zelenka/Lorne, Carson/Caldwell
Category: romance, humor
Season: 2
Episode: any
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Trouble
Notes: Beta'd by Pennydreadful
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Peter wrung his hands and paced back and forth in his room. The large mirror like wall across from his bed mimicked his movements and he could see himself as he collapsed backward on the bed. This was just great! Now Ronon knew what had happened, what they'd done! He was going to kill him! He groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up.
This was really bad!
He opened his eyes with a sigh and met curious brown ones.
Holy $#&!
He jumped back in shock, his back colliding with the wall. “Wh-what!” Ronon was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at him and...armed. “Ur, hello, can I, help you?” He asked nervously, trying to crawl back further but finding himself stopped by the wall. Ronon stared down at him, that blank, serious look on his face that gave nothing away and made him seem slightly out of it.
Ronon studied the man backing or rather trying to crawl away from him. He looked nervous and he should be! No one had ever gotten that far past his guard!
Peter swallowed. “Uh, look Mr. Dex, I can explain, everything...” Very slowly he stood and started inching towards the door.
Ronon watched with amusement as the dark skinned scientist made for the door while apologizing. He was like a skittish animal in the wild and he reminded Ronon of the pet he'd captured as a child. He raised an eyebrow as Peter reached the door, still talking.
“It was a really stupid thing to do and I apologize, sincerely. It will never, ever happen again.”
His accent was unlikely Ronon had ever heard before and it was doing strange things to his stomach.
“And,” Peter felt for the crystals for the door under his hand. “I swear I'll see to it that the rest of its destroyed immediately and-uh what are you doing?”
Ronon stalked forward, long legs eating up the short distance between the scientist and him until he was pressed right into him and those wide brown eyes were glazed as they stared at him, focusing on his face. He leaned further forward and sniffed.
“Peter froze as Ronon leaned forward and sniffed his neck. What the hell was he doing? He craned his neck to try and see and fou-”BULLOCKS!”
Ronon found he rather liked the scientist's smell and as he turned to look at him he bit down on the tendons in his neck. “BULLOCKS!” Ronon pulled back. He'd never heard that word before and he pulled back. “What does that mean?”
Peter stared at him, eyes wide, a hand going up to his neck and touching the bite mark. “Wh-hat? Its an expression of surprise.” What was happening? Peter was beginning to wonder if he'd woken up in some alternate universe.
Ronon frowned. “Why are you surprised?”
Peter sputtered. “What do you mean why am I surprised? You just but my neck!”
“Isn't that what you wanted?” Ronon asked, honestly confused.
Peter stared at him, sputtered, then said. “What I want? I think you’re still high,” he frowned.
Ronon rolled his eyes, honestly it wasn't supposed to be this hard to get laid, especially by another guy. “I am not high! Do you want to fuck or not! If you do not make up your mind I am leaving!”
Peter stared at him like he was crazy, then, “Yes! Why els-”
“Good,” and before he could finish his sentence Ronon was dragging him to the bed and by the time Peter fell back onto it they were both stripped to the waist. Ronon followed him down and pulled him into a rough kiss that sent Peter's senses off the charts and destroyed his ability to speak, so he just moaned and held on for the ride.
It was a freakin roller coaster!
Ronon's body was hard in all the right places, pressed up hard and hot against his and Peter whimpered.
Ronon pulled back enough to look down at the flush scientist beneath him. Peter's mouth was open and kiss swollen, his cheeks red, and his eyes bright and hungry. Ronon felt something stir low in his gut, an itch, and pressed down and rubbed at it to make it go away. But it only made it worse, and made Peter whimper and arch up under him.
Peter was dangerously close to begging Ronon to just fuck him as he wrapped his lags around the other man's waist, locking his ankles, and pushing up and rubbing against the friction. Heat spread outward from where their bodies were pressed together and Peter revealed in the surprised look on Ronon's face when he leaned up and took advantage of Ronon's surprise to unwrap his legs and start undoing his pants. He was about to ask Ronon if he's changed his mind when the Satedan gave a feral grin and started pulling his own cloths off.
In the end they both had to stand to get their pants off but as soon as they were gone Ronon was pushing him back on to the bed and Peter gasped when their bare skin came in contact.
“Foreplay next time!” Peter growled and dragged Ronon down. The Satedan grinned again and took Peter's mouth as Peter let his legs fall open and Ronon settled against him.
“Where's the oil?” Ronon growled. The scientist undulating under waved frantically towards the table next to the bed and Ronon grabbed the small tube of KY, unscrewing the lid and smearing it over his hand.
“Don't bother,” Peter gritted out rubbing against him, “I'm already prepared.”
Ronon felt a whole new level of lust with those words as images of Peter with his own fingers in himself flashed through his mind. Ronon slicked his cock and felt his mouth go dry as Peter laid back and pulled his legs up to his chest, exposing his puckered entrance.
Ronon groaned and braced his weight on his arms pressing up that Peter's legs could push against his sides and slowly pressed inside.
True to his words Peter was already prepared and tight, ancestors he was tight! And god it felt good! Ronon groaned and gritted his teeth as he pushed in to the hilt, then pulled back to look down at Peter.
The scientists lay spread out like a feast underneath him, flushed and panting, muscles rippling with excitement under his skin.
“Ronon,” the accent was going to kill Ronon, literally. He swooped down and took Peter's mouth and was pleasantly surprised when Peter slipped his tongue between Ronon's lips and started exploring his mouth. Well, the scientists could lead at the top if he wanted, Ronon didn't mind, he was leading the bottom, speaking of which, Ronon pulled out slowly, hissing at the loss of heat and the vice like grip Peter's body held him in and pushed back in, slowly. Peter moaned against his mouth, hands scrabbling for a purchase on Ronon's smooth back.
“Harder, Ronon, please,” Peter sounded like he was about to start crying so Ronon cheerfully did what he said and sped up his thrusts, angling to hit the other man's prostate and making him scream every time he did.
Ronon was going to have claw marks down his back for weeks, Peter noted somewhere in the back of his mind and the thought disappeared completely when Ronon started putting real effort into making him scream and started slamming into him.
God he could already feel his climax coming on, building at the base of his spine but not quite there. He pushed up, rubbing his hardened nipples against Ronon's, making the other man loose his beat for a moment and sending sparks flying down his body.
Peter rested his head on Ronon's shoulder, Ronon curling an arm under his back to hold him up. Peter closed his eyes and melted into the bigger man's body, arching his hips to meet Ronon's thrusts.
After one particularly violent thrust Peter's eyes snapped open and widen with what he saw.
Their reflection in the mirror across from the bed.
Ronon's perfectly arched back bleeding from where Peter's finger nails had grabbed, muscle's taunt, and Peter's legs wrapped around his waist and face screwed up in pleasure as Ronon hard cock drove into him.
And that was it, Peter bit down hard on Ronon's shoulder as his climax exploded over their stomachs, his body clenching around Ronon cock and dragging the other man's climax out of him, everything disappearing in a haze of white lust and that image of Ronon pounding into him that Peter was never going to be able to forget.
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Author: Llewellynprince
Date: no idea
E-Mail: none
Link to: none
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard Ronon Dex/Peter Grodin, Stackshouse/Markham, Radek Zelenka/Lorne, Carson/Caldwell
Category: romance, humor
Season: 2
Episode: any
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Trouble
Notes: Beta'd by Pennydreadful
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Peter wrung his hands and paced back and forth in his room. The large mirror like wall across from his bed mimicked his movements and he could see himself as he collapsed backward on the bed. This was just great! Now Ronon knew what had happened, what they'd done! He was going to kill him! He groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up.
This was really bad!
He opened his eyes with a sigh and met curious brown ones.
Holy $#&!
He jumped back in shock, his back colliding with the wall. “Wh-what!” Ronon was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at him and...armed. “Ur, hello, can I, help you?” He asked nervously, trying to crawl back further but finding himself stopped by the wall. Ronon stared down at him, that blank, serious look on his face that gave nothing away and made him seem slightly out of it.
Ronon studied the man backing or rather trying to crawl away from him. He looked nervous and he should be! No one had ever gotten that far past his guard!
Peter swallowed. “Uh, look Mr. Dex, I can explain, everything...” Very slowly he stood and started inching towards the door.
Ronon watched with amusement as the dark skinned scientist made for the door while apologizing. He was like a skittish animal in the wild and he reminded Ronon of the pet he'd captured as a child. He raised an eyebrow as Peter reached the door, still talking.
“It was a really stupid thing to do and I apologize, sincerely. It will never, ever happen again.”
His accent was unlikely Ronon had ever heard before and it was doing strange things to his stomach.
“And,” Peter felt for the crystals for the door under his hand. “I swear I'll see to it that the rest of its destroyed immediately and-uh what are you doing?”
Ronon stalked forward, long legs eating up the short distance between the scientist and him until he was pressed right into him and those wide brown eyes were glazed as they stared at him, focusing on his face. He leaned further forward and sniffed.
“Peter froze as Ronon leaned forward and sniffed his neck. What the hell was he doing? He craned his neck to try and see and fou-”BULLOCKS!”
Ronon found he rather liked the scientist's smell and as he turned to look at him he bit down on the tendons in his neck. “BULLOCKS!” Ronon pulled back. He'd never heard that word before and he pulled back. “What does that mean?”
Peter stared at him, eyes wide, a hand going up to his neck and touching the bite mark. “Wh-hat? Its an expression of surprise.” What was happening? Peter was beginning to wonder if he'd woken up in some alternate universe.
Ronon frowned. “Why are you surprised?”
Peter sputtered. “What do you mean why am I surprised? You just but my neck!”
“Isn't that what you wanted?” Ronon asked, honestly confused.
Peter stared at him, sputtered, then said. “What I want? I think you’re still high,” he frowned.
Ronon rolled his eyes, honestly it wasn't supposed to be this hard to get laid, especially by another guy. “I am not high! Do you want to fuck or not! If you do not make up your mind I am leaving!”
Peter stared at him like he was crazy, then, “Yes! Why els-”
“Good,” and before he could finish his sentence Ronon was dragging him to the bed and by the time Peter fell back onto it they were both stripped to the waist. Ronon followed him down and pulled him into a rough kiss that sent Peter's senses off the charts and destroyed his ability to speak, so he just moaned and held on for the ride.
It was a freakin roller coaster!
Ronon's body was hard in all the right places, pressed up hard and hot against his and Peter whimpered.
Ronon pulled back enough to look down at the flush scientist beneath him. Peter's mouth was open and kiss swollen, his cheeks red, and his eyes bright and hungry. Ronon felt something stir low in his gut, an itch, and pressed down and rubbed at it to make it go away. But it only made it worse, and made Peter whimper and arch up under him.
Peter was dangerously close to begging Ronon to just fuck him as he wrapped his lags around the other man's waist, locking his ankles, and pushing up and rubbing against the friction. Heat spread outward from where their bodies were pressed together and Peter revealed in the surprised look on Ronon's face when he leaned up and took advantage of Ronon's surprise to unwrap his legs and start undoing his pants. He was about to ask Ronon if he's changed his mind when the Satedan gave a feral grin and started pulling his own cloths off.
In the end they both had to stand to get their pants off but as soon as they were gone Ronon was pushing him back on to the bed and Peter gasped when their bare skin came in contact.
“Foreplay next time!” Peter growled and dragged Ronon down. The Satedan grinned again and took Peter's mouth as Peter let his legs fall open and Ronon settled against him.
“Where's the oil?” Ronon growled. The scientist undulating under waved frantically towards the table next to the bed and Ronon grabbed the small tube of KY, unscrewing the lid and smearing it over his hand.
“Don't bother,” Peter gritted out rubbing against him, “I'm already prepared.”
Ronon felt a whole new level of lust with those words as images of Peter with his own fingers in himself flashed through his mind. Ronon slicked his cock and felt his mouth go dry as Peter laid back and pulled his legs up to his chest, exposing his puckered entrance.
Ronon groaned and braced his weight on his arms pressing up that Peter's legs could push against his sides and slowly pressed inside.
True to his words Peter was already prepared and tight, ancestors he was tight! And god it felt good! Ronon groaned and gritted his teeth as he pushed in to the hilt, then pulled back to look down at Peter.
The scientists lay spread out like a feast underneath him, flushed and panting, muscles rippling with excitement under his skin.
“Ronon,” the accent was going to kill Ronon, literally. He swooped down and took Peter's mouth and was pleasantly surprised when Peter slipped his tongue between Ronon's lips and started exploring his mouth. Well, the scientists could lead at the top if he wanted, Ronon didn't mind, he was leading the bottom, speaking of which, Ronon pulled out slowly, hissing at the loss of heat and the vice like grip Peter's body held him in and pushed back in, slowly. Peter moaned against his mouth, hands scrabbling for a purchase on Ronon's smooth back.
“Harder, Ronon, please,” Peter sounded like he was about to start crying so Ronon cheerfully did what he said and sped up his thrusts, angling to hit the other man's prostate and making him scream every time he did.
Ronon was going to have claw marks down his back for weeks, Peter noted somewhere in the back of his mind and the thought disappeared completely when Ronon started putting real effort into making him scream and started slamming into him.
God he could already feel his climax coming on, building at the base of his spine but not quite there. He pushed up, rubbing his hardened nipples against Ronon's, making the other man loose his beat for a moment and sending sparks flying down his body.
Peter rested his head on Ronon's shoulder, Ronon curling an arm under his back to hold him up. Peter closed his eyes and melted into the bigger man's body, arching his hips to meet Ronon's thrusts.
After one particularly violent thrust Peter's eyes snapped open and widen with what he saw.
Their reflection in the mirror across from the bed.
Ronon's perfectly arched back bleeding from where Peter's finger nails had grabbed, muscle's taunt, and Peter's legs wrapped around his waist and face screwed up in pleasure as Ronon hard cock drove into him.
And that was it, Peter bit down hard on Ronon's shoulder as his climax exploded over their stomachs, his body clenching around Ronon cock and dragging the other man's climax out of him, everything disappearing in a haze of white lust and that image of Ronon pounding into him that Peter was never going to be able to forget.
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