Little Miss Sunshine
Jun. 30th, 2007 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veiledndarknessAuthor's Name: veiledndarkness
Story Title: What He Craves
Rating: Mild R, pure smut
Warnings: Implied Frank/Dwayne
Summary: He wants to be claimed.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I make no money from this, etc.
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Sweat beads on his forehead, his skin flushed with red as he moves, too slowly.
Strong fingers grip his hips. He moans at the thought of having finger shaped bruises left behind. He pleads, his voice rough, and ragged, for something, for anything.
The pain fades, the stings welcome as he’s taken. He breathes in shakily. The hands grip him closer again, steadying him as the thrusts begin.
His need, fiery hot, burns deep inside. He cries out, his legs trembling.
“P-Please…” he whispers, dizzy with need, desire, and love. He arches his back.
He craves this, in words he can’t say aloud. He wants to be claimed, taken again and again, his body tingling and burning from the inside out.
Soft whimpers, the scent of arousal heavy in the air. The thrusts are harder now, stealing his breath. He tilts his head, silently asking. Lips meet his, setting his skin aflame.
The hand holds him firmly, teasing strokes. He’s brought to the edge, till the last possible second when the hand stops, his breathy moans becoming hoarse, his whole body shaking, his need overwhelming him, each time more devastating.
He sobs, all restraint gone as he begs, the thrusts rocking him. He hears the whispered words in his ear and feels the faintest touch of lips on his neck and comes hard, nearly screaming, his body wracked with pleasure.
Frank fills him, sighing as he comes; his arms wrapped around Dwayne, the silence welcome and comforting, listening to their hearts beat in the stillness of the room.
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Story Title: What He Craves
Rating: Mild R, pure smut
Warnings: Implied Frank/Dwayne
Summary: He wants to be claimed.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I make no money from this, etc.
*
Sweat beads on his forehead, his skin flushed with red as he moves, too slowly.
Strong fingers grip his hips. He moans at the thought of having finger shaped bruises left behind. He pleads, his voice rough, and ragged, for something, for anything.
The pain fades, the stings welcome as he’s taken. He breathes in shakily. The hands grip him closer again, steadying him as the thrusts begin.
His need, fiery hot, burns deep inside. He cries out, his legs trembling.
“P-Please…” he whispers, dizzy with need, desire, and love. He arches his back.
He craves this, in words he can’t say aloud. He wants to be claimed, taken again and again, his body tingling and burning from the inside out.
Soft whimpers, the scent of arousal heavy in the air. The thrusts are harder now, stealing his breath. He tilts his head, silently asking. Lips meet his, setting his skin aflame.
The hand holds him firmly, teasing strokes. He’s brought to the edge, till the last possible second when the hand stops, his breathy moans becoming hoarse, his whole body shaking, his need overwhelming him, each time more devastating.
He sobs, all restraint gone as he begs, the thrusts rocking him. He hears the whispered words in his ear and feels the faintest touch of lips on his neck and comes hard, nearly screaming, his body wracked with pleasure.
Frank fills him, sighing as he comes; his arms wrapped around Dwayne, the silence welcome and comforting, listening to their hearts beat in the stillness of the room.
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