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erdaTitle: No Biting
Author: erda
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot RPS
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~650
Warnings: At least dub-con, unsafe sex practices, rough sex, real person slash.
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Prompt: breathplay.
Chris shifts, trying to free his arm from under his stomach, but Zach seems to take that as an escape attempt and presses down harder, holding him in place, fucking into him savagely, and placing his teeth to the back of his neck in a non verbal threat. Zach bites sometimes.
Chris grunts a protest, tries to roll, but Zach won't let him. “Not changing your mind now,” Zach's sex voice is always hoarse and demanding, making Chris's stomach tighten with need at the same time it annoys him, but the annoyance is distant and muted, while the need is right there. He wants to get at his cock, stroke himself off to the rhythm of Zach's relentless fucking, but he can barely move. He knows from experience that it's a waste of breath to speak-Zach is too close to coming, has rocketed past being able to listen or respond to suggestions.
Chris rocks back and forth a little, trying to ease up the dead weight Zach has dropped onto him, and Zach bites his neck hard, mumbles some ridiculous but apparently accurate nonsense about his conviction that Chris will be still and take it. He presses his lips together to keep back a howl of pain and makes himself go limp and submissive, breath rushing harshly through his nose. He's warned Zach about the fucking biting before, because it hurts a lot, and he's not into pain like that. Zach, the bastard, always apologizes and promises it won't happen again.
Zach has eased up on him, draws his cock out almost all the way, slow and controlled, but before he can slam it back home, Chris gives more, pressing himself flat to the mattress and then throws all his weight to the side, rolling Zach off, twisting away. Zach falls onto his side with a grunt of surprise, long powerful arms flailing, reaching out for Chris, but before he has time to process what has happened, Chris has his hands wrapped around Zach's neck, cuts off his air with a warning squeeze. Fueled by adrenaline, he uses all his weight and strength to push Zach down, pinning his legs with his own when Zach tries to kick. The kick is weak, and Zach's eyes are huge with shock. Some crazy impulse has Chris tightening his grip on Zach's neck, and Zach opens his mouth in obvious distress, but no sound can escape past his pinioned throat.
Chris keeps on squeezing, mostly because he is determined to make his point well enough that he doesn't ever have to repeat it, but something about Zach's helplessness is not entirely unpleasant. He rubs his cock against Zach's unresisting body as he watches Zach's face turn red.
Zach wraps his hands around Chris's arms but he doesn't try to claw free. One thumb rubs a caress into Chris' bicep and they hold Zach's neck together. Zach's mouth is wide open in a silent scream now, and Chris leans, gets his tongue in and feels out Zach's teeth and the roof of his mouth. It's an incredible rush to have the dynamo that is Zach so under his control, frenetic energy tamed at last. It feels like he's been holding on forever, and when Zach suddenly jerks hard, he has a terrifying (thrilling?) moment when he thinks death throes before he feels the splash of warmth against his leg, glances down to see Zach's cock spurting a stream of come onto him. The sight makes him let go of Zach's neck with one hand so he can grab at his own desperately hard cock, coming with only that touch as his other hand continues to squeeze Zach's neck. He presses kisses where his free hand had squeezed so hard he knows tomorrow Zach will be sporting bruises that will be impossible to explain away.
Afterwards, he wonders what lesson Zach may have learned.
Author: erda
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot RPS
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~650
Warnings: At least dub-con, unsafe sex practices, rough sex, real person slash.
Written for
kink_bingoPrompt: breathplay.
Chris shifts, trying to free his arm from under his stomach, but Zach seems to take that as an escape attempt and presses down harder, holding him in place, fucking into him savagely, and placing his teeth to the back of his neck in a non verbal threat. Zach bites sometimes.
Chris grunts a protest, tries to roll, but Zach won't let him. “Not changing your mind now,” Zach's sex voice is always hoarse and demanding, making Chris's stomach tighten with need at the same time it annoys him, but the annoyance is distant and muted, while the need is right there. He wants to get at his cock, stroke himself off to the rhythm of Zach's relentless fucking, but he can barely move. He knows from experience that it's a waste of breath to speak-Zach is too close to coming, has rocketed past being able to listen or respond to suggestions.
Chris rocks back and forth a little, trying to ease up the dead weight Zach has dropped onto him, and Zach bites his neck hard, mumbles some ridiculous but apparently accurate nonsense about his conviction that Chris will be still and take it. He presses his lips together to keep back a howl of pain and makes himself go limp and submissive, breath rushing harshly through his nose. He's warned Zach about the fucking biting before, because it hurts a lot, and he's not into pain like that. Zach, the bastard, always apologizes and promises it won't happen again.
Zach has eased up on him, draws his cock out almost all the way, slow and controlled, but before he can slam it back home, Chris gives more, pressing himself flat to the mattress and then throws all his weight to the side, rolling Zach off, twisting away. Zach falls onto his side with a grunt of surprise, long powerful arms flailing, reaching out for Chris, but before he has time to process what has happened, Chris has his hands wrapped around Zach's neck, cuts off his air with a warning squeeze. Fueled by adrenaline, he uses all his weight and strength to push Zach down, pinning his legs with his own when Zach tries to kick. The kick is weak, and Zach's eyes are huge with shock. Some crazy impulse has Chris tightening his grip on Zach's neck, and Zach opens his mouth in obvious distress, but no sound can escape past his pinioned throat.
Chris keeps on squeezing, mostly because he is determined to make his point well enough that he doesn't ever have to repeat it, but something about Zach's helplessness is not entirely unpleasant. He rubs his cock against Zach's unresisting body as he watches Zach's face turn red.
Zach wraps his hands around Chris's arms but he doesn't try to claw free. One thumb rubs a caress into Chris' bicep and they hold Zach's neck together. Zach's mouth is wide open in a silent scream now, and Chris leans, gets his tongue in and feels out Zach's teeth and the roof of his mouth. It's an incredible rush to have the dynamo that is Zach so under his control, frenetic energy tamed at last. It feels like he's been holding on forever, and when Zach suddenly jerks hard, he has a terrifying (thrilling?) moment when he thinks death throes before he feels the splash of warmth against his leg, glances down to see Zach's cock spurting a stream of come onto him. The sight makes him let go of Zach's neck with one hand so he can grab at his own desperately hard cock, coming with only that touch as his other hand continues to squeeze Zach's neck. He presses kisses where his free hand had squeezed so hard he knows tomorrow Zach will be sporting bruises that will be impossible to explain away.
Afterwards, he wonders what lesson Zach may have learned.
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Date: 2009-07-30 02:24 am (UTC)I liked this little detail. The general atmosphere of their fucking is dark and selfish but this shows that it's what they both want and they love it all the same.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-30 12:10 pm (UTC)Thanks much for the comment.