Untitled Porn Ficlet

Untitled porn snippet

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Written for ladycat777 who's having a bad day.

John spread his legs wider as Rodney worked two fingers inside of him. His head hung down as he lifted his ass higher, mutely begging for more. Rodney's other hand rested on his back like a brand, keeping John tied to his body, keeping him grounded.

Soft words washed over him, keeping him from having to speak. He was grateful, so pathetically grateful, because words didn't come easily for him, never had, never will.

But somehow, Rodney knew, always knew what he needed, and the fingers slowed, dragging sensation with them. John whimpered, only to quiet as Rodney added another finger, keeping the pace slow and steady. With a breath of relief, John let his upper body relax into the bed, keeping his hips up.

Those fingers, that could rewire a jumper on the fly, or reprogram a computer before John could see the problem, dragged across his prostate, sending sparks flying in his vision. His breathing hitched, and he twisted, trying to keep them where he wanted them, and Rodney chuckled, low and dirty. They hooked inside him, pressing hard, and John gasped.

His cock was hard and wet, but he didn't make any effort to touch himself. When Rodney wanted his cock touched, he'd do it himself. All John had to do was relax and take it, let him do what he wanted. What Rodney wanted, apparently, was to finger fuck John into oblivion, and he was good with that, really.

The fingers withdrew, leaving him cold and empty, and John whined, pressing back towards Rodney. "Shh, John. Just need more lube." He could hear the sounds of a bottle being opened, and slick skin on skin as Rodney rubbed more on his fingers.

This time it was more of a stretch, and John realized that he was taking four of Rodney's fingers. He panted, trying to keep the keening noise in his chest and not out in the open air, but it was a near thing. The fingers worked themselves deeper, pressing hard on his prostate till all at once he relaxed around them. Rodney's other hand rubbed soothing patterns on his back as he resumed fingering John. "Oh, you're so good, John. So hot like this. Gonna make you fly, just you watch."

John nodded, his face pressed tight against the sheets. Their coolness felt good against his overheated skin, and he whimpered, unable to form words. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time, and he wanted more. He knew that Rodney would give it to him, if he just held still and waited, Good things come to those who wait, he thought, hysterically.

There was a flare of brief pain, and white sparks flared behind his eyes, and Rodney said, "Jesus, John, you've got all of my fingers in you."

He could just imagine what that looked like, spitted on Rodney's hand, and there was an even brighter flare. He cried out, but Rodney had come up on his knees behind John, leaning forward and kissing his back. "Shh... That's it, you've got my whole hand inside you. You're taking it beautifully."

Rodney slid his hand around from his back to between his legs, gripping his cock and tugging at it. "Come for me, John. C'mon, give it up." John could no longer control the keen that wanted to break loose, and it split the air as he found the cliffs edge, stepped off and flew.

When he came back down, he was lying on his back, with Rodney curled around him, his cock poking him in the thigh. He reached toward it, only to have his hand stopped by Rodney. "Shh, it's okay."

John wrapped his arms around Rodney and held on.

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