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"Hunger" - unspecified f/m
Summary: Prompt: "I keep seeing fics where our gal is orally pleasuring her man, only to be halted at the crucial moment in order to get to the main event. How about this time she just keeps going, making the guy come?"
Length: 2100 words
Rating: M for explicit M/F sex and bondage
Notes: While this was originally posted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragonage_kink, no characters were specified, and the fic does not identify the people involved, so I'm leaving out the fandom: da tag.
He is a beautiful man, but more beautiful when he is tied up.
She has outdone herself this time. Standing straight, arms bound over his head, tightly secured to the pole behind him. Ropes encircle his chest and his hips, keeping him firmly pressed against it. His legs are spread enough to give her access to everything down there, kept spread by the bar between his feet, each end of it bound to one ankle.
She licks her lips as she watches. Candlelight flickers, casts dancing shadows over his battle-honed physique, tight, firm and chiselled. Scarred, in places, but she likes the scars.
She smiles and runs her hand over one, up on his shoulder. He strains a little against his bonds - a fruitless effort.
Her smile widens.
"You're not going anywhere unless I let you."
He doesn't say anything, mostly because she rises on her tiptoes and kisses him on the lips.
He doesn't say anything, but his tongue meets hers, hot and wet, and he caresses her as well as he is able.
It's sweet of him, really.
But no matter how sweet his kisses, she has something else in mind.
She pulls back and begins to trail down, lips moving over the side of his neck, down to his shoulder. She follows his collarbone in to the centre of his chest, presses her tongue into the little dip between it and the other. He tastes like sweat and leather and metal and the woods, something earthy, like autumn leaves. It's pleasant, she thinks, and laps at his warm skin, moving down and a bit to the side. She bites his nipple - small, dark and hard - and he groans. She stays there for a few moments, sucking and nibbling, her fingers playing on the other side of his chest; switches, rolls the saliva-slickened nipple between her fingers as her lips seek the other, still dry one. Another groan, but she is impatient and soon continues south, leaving a wet trail of licks and kisses across his chest, his flat, hard stomach. He twitches at the light touches, shudders in his bonds, but the ropes hold easily enough. She splays her fingers and runs her hands up and down, across his chest and arms, down over his hips and thighs, even as she continues kissing her way down his body.
His cock is standing fully erect long before she reaches it. She gives it a cursory glance before kissing her way down his right thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin on the inside of it. He whimpers in frustration. She smiles, lips pressed against him, before she continues. Up again, then down the other thigh.
No matter how much he wiggles, it's not getting him anywhere. She laughs, but finally takes pity and wraps her fingers loosely around the root of his cock. Tilts it up a bit and cups his balls with her other hand; strokes him gently, pets soft, sensitive skin. Again he groans, tries to thrust against her grip, but the ropes hold him in place, digging into his hips.
She leans in, runs the tip of her tongue up his shaft, slowly from root to tip. He twitches at the touch, wants more. She tightens her grip, slowly pumps her fist up and down his length. Marvels at the texture, as always - that sense of a hot iron rod covered in fine velvet. She traces a thick vein with the tip of her tongue, marvels at the combination of hard and soft.
He groans again when she pulls back. She pays no heed, just smiles as she watches and feels him. Her fingers tighten around the root of his prick. She can feel his heartbeat, rapid and excited; his skin glistens where her tongue has touched it.
She licks her lips, makes sure they're nice and wet before she leans in and finally takes him inside her mouth.
As her tongue brushes the large, bulbous head of his cock, he sighs in relief, moaning deeply.
She wraps her lips tightly around him and begins to suck, cheeks hollowing. Her tongue dances around the head, circling the sensitive underside of his glans, then further down as she opens her mouth wide and takes more of him inside. Begins to pull back once she reaches halfway, leaving his skin wet and glistening in the flickering light.
She sucks harder as he slides out of her mouth, until her lips slip off him with a wet smack. Looks up to find him staring down at her with wide, dark eyes.
"More?" she asks, breathing hotly against the thin, wet, sensitive skin, and he nods.
"Please."
She can't refuse such an desperate plea.
His moan rises in pitch as she dives back in, her lips sealing themselves hungrily around his shaft, tongue lapping eagerly. She tastes something slick and salty, and smiles as well as she can, lips tightening around him. Her fingers play with the rope around his hips, teasing the skin above and below as she continues to bob her head up and down, dragging her lips and tongue over his heated skin.
Thick, long and heavy, his cock throbs inside her mouth. She feels his muscles working, trying to thrust deeper and faster, but she is still in control.
Being in control makes her wet. She slips a hand between her thighs, brushes her swollen, dripping sex, shuddering at the touch. Maybe later, she will have him tie her up and tease her. Maybe. But first things first.
She raises her hand, fingers slick and wet, to his lips, and he licks them clean.
His cock seems to grow even thicker, stretching her lips around it. He's close.
She won't hold back. Tucks her hair behind her ears and takes hold of his hips, fingers digging into his ass, and begins to move faster. She stops going so deep, concentrates on the most sensitive spots, the head, the area just below it.
His body tightens, muscles straining. She knows it won't be long now, and increases her efforts further. One hand glides down his hip, curls around the root of his cock and begins to stroke. He growls, grits his teeth and lets his head fall back against the pole, eyes narrowing.
Her tongue swirls, fervently caressing; her lips, soft and wet, gently squeeze.
She begins to hum. Deep, dark hums, vibrations flowing through her lips and tongue as they press tightly against his cock. Purring, moaning, telling him how much she wants him, how much she wants to taste him. She doesn't utter a single word, nor does she need to.
She holds his gaze. His jaw clenches, his hair clings to his forehead, damp with sweat.
Come.
Her hand pumps faster. Her tongue circles at a maddening pace.
Come.
His chest heaves, glistens as beads of sweat trail down across it.
Come!
He throws his head back and cries out, a deep, primal sound, and shudders.
She swallows greedily as his cock twitches and sends a thick spurt of salty fluid across her tongue. Again. Again. And again. Keeps her lips tightly sealed just behind his glans, keeps her tongue moving, her hand moving, as he shakes and groans, shudders and spurts, filling her mouth with his seed.
Each time he does, she gulps it down greedily, never spilling a single drop.
Finally, he hangs limp in his bonds, panting.
Then, she allows his cock to slip out of her mouth. Looks up at his enraptured face and smiles.
She's not done yet.
"You're not going anywhere," she whispers.
His eyes widen.
Slowly, she lets a hand drop, runs her fingers back and forth between her thighs; again, the digits come away dripping.
This time, she has another use for that slick.
Her hand rises between his legs, a slippery finger pushing up between his buttocks.
He grows stiff, holds his breath, but does not resist.
Her finger slides into him, into the tight heat of his body, and she curls it towards herself and begins to stroke.
He draws a deep, ragged breath. Muscles play along his arms and chest as he struggles against the ropes. She can only imagine what's going through his mind. He wants to fuck her, certainly. More than usual.
Maybe she'll let him, later.
Once she's had enough.
She sticks out her tongue and coaxes his semi-hard cock back inside her mouth. It's not as long, not as thick as before, and this time she takes it all the way, until her chin pushes against his balls, until her lips are wrapped firmly around the root of his cock. She feels the entire length of his shaft against her tongue, the tip pressing against the back of her throat.
She swallows deliberately, and he whimpers, a pleading, desperate sound that rises in pitch when she begins to slide back and forth, working her lips and tongue against his entire length.
Even so soon after his last orgasm, it does not take long for him to grow fully hard again.
It makes it difficult to take him all the way, but she persists, sliding his length repeatedly down her throat. Her finger strokes, kneads and beckons; she sucks and licks, leaving his cock dripping wet, and every time she pulls back to breathe, a thick strand of sticky come-mixed saliva hangs between the tip of it and her lips.
Every time, she pulls back until the glittering thread of liquid breaks, dripping on the floor, before she starts over again.
Every time, he moans, whines and writhes as her lips slide down his entire length until his cock is fully enveloped by her hot, wet mouth.
She pushes a second slick finger against his ass and forces it in alongside the first; feels him tighten, then relax. Plays with his nipples with her other hand, rougher than before, pinching and plucking. Begins to fuck him faster with her fingers and mouth.
He sobs and yanks at his bonds, but still the ropes hold. Thankfully they still hold; his knees no longer support him.
She has him right where she wants him.
When he comes this time, she just plunges deep and stays there as he shudders weakly; pushes her fingers a little harder against the bump they are stroking and relishes in the sensation as he tightens and twitches around them.
This deep, she doesn't even have to swallow.
It feels less explosive this time. Still, he comes, as she demands, but it is less powerful, does not last as long as the first time, and he soon hangs limp; this time, he is unable to stay hard, much as he is unable to support his own weight.
She pulls back and his softening cock slips out between her lips, wet and slippery; pulls her fingers out as well.
She smiles as she looks up at the panting, whimpering, sweating mess in front of her.
You're not going anywhere, she repeats, as she meets his stunned, dumbfounded gaze.
...unless I let you.
Length: 2100 words
Rating: M for explicit M/F sex and bondage
Notes: While this was originally posted at
dragonage_kink, no characters were specified, and the fic does not identify the people involved, so I'm leaving out the fandom: da tag.He is a beautiful man, but more beautiful when he is tied up.
She has outdone herself this time. Standing straight, arms bound over his head, tightly secured to the pole behind him. Ropes encircle his chest and his hips, keeping him firmly pressed against it. His legs are spread enough to give her access to everything down there, kept spread by the bar between his feet, each end of it bound to one ankle.
She licks her lips as she watches. Candlelight flickers, casts dancing shadows over his battle-honed physique, tight, firm and chiselled. Scarred, in places, but she likes the scars.
She smiles and runs her hand over one, up on his shoulder. He strains a little against his bonds - a fruitless effort.
Her smile widens.
"You're not going anywhere unless I let you."
He doesn't say anything, mostly because she rises on her tiptoes and kisses him on the lips.
He doesn't say anything, but his tongue meets hers, hot and wet, and he caresses her as well as he is able.
It's sweet of him, really.
But no matter how sweet his kisses, she has something else in mind.
She pulls back and begins to trail down, lips moving over the side of his neck, down to his shoulder. She follows his collarbone in to the centre of his chest, presses her tongue into the little dip between it and the other. He tastes like sweat and leather and metal and the woods, something earthy, like autumn leaves. It's pleasant, she thinks, and laps at his warm skin, moving down and a bit to the side. She bites his nipple - small, dark and hard - and he groans. She stays there for a few moments, sucking and nibbling, her fingers playing on the other side of his chest; switches, rolls the saliva-slickened nipple between her fingers as her lips seek the other, still dry one. Another groan, but she is impatient and soon continues south, leaving a wet trail of licks and kisses across his chest, his flat, hard stomach. He twitches at the light touches, shudders in his bonds, but the ropes hold easily enough. She splays her fingers and runs her hands up and down, across his chest and arms, down over his hips and thighs, even as she continues kissing her way down his body.
His cock is standing fully erect long before she reaches it. She gives it a cursory glance before kissing her way down his right thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin on the inside of it. He whimpers in frustration. She smiles, lips pressed against him, before she continues. Up again, then down the other thigh.
No matter how much he wiggles, it's not getting him anywhere. She laughs, but finally takes pity and wraps her fingers loosely around the root of his cock. Tilts it up a bit and cups his balls with her other hand; strokes him gently, pets soft, sensitive skin. Again he groans, tries to thrust against her grip, but the ropes hold him in place, digging into his hips.
She leans in, runs the tip of her tongue up his shaft, slowly from root to tip. He twitches at the touch, wants more. She tightens her grip, slowly pumps her fist up and down his length. Marvels at the texture, as always - that sense of a hot iron rod covered in fine velvet. She traces a thick vein with the tip of her tongue, marvels at the combination of hard and soft.
He groans again when she pulls back. She pays no heed, just smiles as she watches and feels him. Her fingers tighten around the root of his prick. She can feel his heartbeat, rapid and excited; his skin glistens where her tongue has touched it.
She licks her lips, makes sure they're nice and wet before she leans in and finally takes him inside her mouth.
As her tongue brushes the large, bulbous head of his cock, he sighs in relief, moaning deeply.
She wraps her lips tightly around him and begins to suck, cheeks hollowing. Her tongue dances around the head, circling the sensitive underside of his glans, then further down as she opens her mouth wide and takes more of him inside. Begins to pull back once she reaches halfway, leaving his skin wet and glistening in the flickering light.
She sucks harder as he slides out of her mouth, until her lips slip off him with a wet smack. Looks up to find him staring down at her with wide, dark eyes.
"More?" she asks, breathing hotly against the thin, wet, sensitive skin, and he nods.
"Please."
She can't refuse such an desperate plea.
His moan rises in pitch as she dives back in, her lips sealing themselves hungrily around his shaft, tongue lapping eagerly. She tastes something slick and salty, and smiles as well as she can, lips tightening around him. Her fingers play with the rope around his hips, teasing the skin above and below as she continues to bob her head up and down, dragging her lips and tongue over his heated skin.
Thick, long and heavy, his cock throbs inside her mouth. She feels his muscles working, trying to thrust deeper and faster, but she is still in control.
Being in control makes her wet. She slips a hand between her thighs, brushes her swollen, dripping sex, shuddering at the touch. Maybe later, she will have him tie her up and tease her. Maybe. But first things first.
She raises her hand, fingers slick and wet, to his lips, and he licks them clean.
His cock seems to grow even thicker, stretching her lips around it. He's close.
She won't hold back. Tucks her hair behind her ears and takes hold of his hips, fingers digging into his ass, and begins to move faster. She stops going so deep, concentrates on the most sensitive spots, the head, the area just below it.
His body tightens, muscles straining. She knows it won't be long now, and increases her efforts further. One hand glides down his hip, curls around the root of his cock and begins to stroke. He growls, grits his teeth and lets his head fall back against the pole, eyes narrowing.
Her tongue swirls, fervently caressing; her lips, soft and wet, gently squeeze.
She begins to hum. Deep, dark hums, vibrations flowing through her lips and tongue as they press tightly against his cock. Purring, moaning, telling him how much she wants him, how much she wants to taste him. She doesn't utter a single word, nor does she need to.
She holds his gaze. His jaw clenches, his hair clings to his forehead, damp with sweat.
Come.
Her hand pumps faster. Her tongue circles at a maddening pace.
Come.
His chest heaves, glistens as beads of sweat trail down across it.
Come!
He throws his head back and cries out, a deep, primal sound, and shudders.
She swallows greedily as his cock twitches and sends a thick spurt of salty fluid across her tongue. Again. Again. And again. Keeps her lips tightly sealed just behind his glans, keeps her tongue moving, her hand moving, as he shakes and groans, shudders and spurts, filling her mouth with his seed.
Each time he does, she gulps it down greedily, never spilling a single drop.
Finally, he hangs limp in his bonds, panting.
Then, she allows his cock to slip out of her mouth. Looks up at his enraptured face and smiles.
She's not done yet.
"You're not going anywhere," she whispers.
His eyes widen.
Slowly, she lets a hand drop, runs her fingers back and forth between her thighs; again, the digits come away dripping.
This time, she has another use for that slick.
Her hand rises between his legs, a slippery finger pushing up between his buttocks.
He grows stiff, holds his breath, but does not resist.
Her finger slides into him, into the tight heat of his body, and she curls it towards herself and begins to stroke.
He draws a deep, ragged breath. Muscles play along his arms and chest as he struggles against the ropes. She can only imagine what's going through his mind. He wants to fuck her, certainly. More than usual.
Maybe she'll let him, later.
Once she's had enough.
She sticks out her tongue and coaxes his semi-hard cock back inside her mouth. It's not as long, not as thick as before, and this time she takes it all the way, until her chin pushes against his balls, until her lips are wrapped firmly around the root of his cock. She feels the entire length of his shaft against her tongue, the tip pressing against the back of her throat.
She swallows deliberately, and he whimpers, a pleading, desperate sound that rises in pitch when she begins to slide back and forth, working her lips and tongue against his entire length.
Even so soon after his last orgasm, it does not take long for him to grow fully hard again.
It makes it difficult to take him all the way, but she persists, sliding his length repeatedly down her throat. Her finger strokes, kneads and beckons; she sucks and licks, leaving his cock dripping wet, and every time she pulls back to breathe, a thick strand of sticky come-mixed saliva hangs between the tip of it and her lips.
Every time, she pulls back until the glittering thread of liquid breaks, dripping on the floor, before she starts over again.
Every time, he moans, whines and writhes as her lips slide down his entire length until his cock is fully enveloped by her hot, wet mouth.
She pushes a second slick finger against his ass and forces it in alongside the first; feels him tighten, then relax. Plays with his nipples with her other hand, rougher than before, pinching and plucking. Begins to fuck him faster with her fingers and mouth.
He sobs and yanks at his bonds, but still the ropes hold. Thankfully they still hold; his knees no longer support him.
She has him right where she wants him.
When he comes this time, she just plunges deep and stays there as he shudders weakly; pushes her fingers a little harder against the bump they are stroking and relishes in the sensation as he tightens and twitches around them.
This deep, she doesn't even have to swallow.
It feels less explosive this time. Still, he comes, as she demands, but it is less powerful, does not last as long as the first time, and he soon hangs limp; this time, he is unable to stay hard, much as he is unable to support his own weight.
She pulls back and his softening cock slips out between her lips, wet and slippery; pulls her fingers out as well.
She smiles as she looks up at the panting, whimpering, sweating mess in front of her.
You're not going anywhere, she repeats, as she meets his stunned, dumbfounded gaze.
...unless I let you.