Rowan Grayjoy (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} r_grayjoy) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} demilos_wagon,@ 2008-05-18 23:29:00 |
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Ficlet: If You Don't Mind
Title: If You Don't Mind
Author:r_grayjoy
Pairing: Glitch/Raw
Rating: NC-17/adult
Prompts: Viewers, relationships
Word Count: 400
Author's Notes: I thought it was about time I wrote some smut for this fandom. ::grin::
If You Don't Mind
"Oh, oh, that's-- just like-- oh," Glitch said just before his head fell back against the pillow.
Raw loved the needy, desperate sounds that Glitch made at these times. He didn't need to hear the sounds in order to know that Glitch was pleased, of course, but he liked to hear them all the same. There was just something captivating about the way Glitch could let go and become wholly caught up in the moment, and Raw gained a peculiar sense of satisfaction from knowing that he was the only one who ever got to witness it.
A long, low groan escaped Glitch as Raw slowly ran his tongue along the length of Glitch's cock. Raw kissed, touched, tasted Glitch everywhere and marveled at the sensations washing over him in turn. He took his time, preparing Glitch properly, winding him up tight but never quite letting him snap. Driven to incoherence, Glitch babbled nonsense words and tangled his fingers in Raw's wild hair while he pushed against Raw's mouth, leaned into his touch.
Glitch whined Raw's name, pleading with him, and Raw could sense Glitch's impatience, could feel it pulling at him. Still, Raw fought against the impulse to rush. "Hush," he soothed even as his hands continued to draw moans from Glitch like music from an instrument, "Raw will take care of you." He always did; always had.
When Raw penetrated Glitch at last, Glitch nearly screamed, and Raw nearly came undone on the spot. "Gods, gods! That so… Oh yes… Right there," Glitch demanded, and Raw couldn't have held back then if he'd wanted to. He moved above Glitch, with him, pleasure feeding into pleasure, and in no time at all Glitch was shouting his release. Raw instantly followed him over the edge, no longer certain whether the cries were Glitch's or his own.
Afterward, still flushed and breathless, Glitch said, "Oh, that was fantastic! Amazing!" As though Raw didn't already know. Raw grinned.
A contemplative expression came over Glitch, and he asked, "You know what's great about you, Raw?"
"What?" Raw asked.
"That I don't ever have to talk with you," Glitch said. "You know; I don't have to tell you what feels good or what to do…"
Raw arched an eyebrow.
"…But you don't mind if I do anyway," Glitch concluded.
"No," Raw said, smiling enigmatically. "Raw doesn't mind."
Title: If You Don't Mind
Author:
r_grayjoyPairing: Glitch/Raw
Rating: NC-17/adult
Prompts: Viewers, relationships
Word Count: 400
Author's Notes: I thought it was about time I wrote some smut for this fandom. ::grin::
"Oh, oh, that's-- just like-- oh," Glitch said just before his head fell back against the pillow.
Raw loved the needy, desperate sounds that Glitch made at these times. He didn't need to hear the sounds in order to know that Glitch was pleased, of course, but he liked to hear them all the same. There was just something captivating about the way Glitch could let go and become wholly caught up in the moment, and Raw gained a peculiar sense of satisfaction from knowing that he was the only one who ever got to witness it.
A long, low groan escaped Glitch as Raw slowly ran his tongue along the length of Glitch's cock. Raw kissed, touched, tasted Glitch everywhere and marveled at the sensations washing over him in turn. He took his time, preparing Glitch properly, winding him up tight but never quite letting him snap. Driven to incoherence, Glitch babbled nonsense words and tangled his fingers in Raw's wild hair while he pushed against Raw's mouth, leaned into his touch.
Glitch whined Raw's name, pleading with him, and Raw could sense Glitch's impatience, could feel it pulling at him. Still, Raw fought against the impulse to rush. "Hush," he soothed even as his hands continued to draw moans from Glitch like music from an instrument, "Raw will take care of you." He always did; always had.
When Raw penetrated Glitch at last, Glitch nearly screamed, and Raw nearly came undone on the spot. "Gods, gods! That so… Oh yes… Right there," Glitch demanded, and Raw couldn't have held back then if he'd wanted to. He moved above Glitch, with him, pleasure feeding into pleasure, and in no time at all Glitch was shouting his release. Raw instantly followed him over the edge, no longer certain whether the cries were Glitch's or his own.
Afterward, still flushed and breathless, Glitch said, "Oh, that was fantastic! Amazing!" As though Raw didn't already know. Raw grinned.
A contemplative expression came over Glitch, and he asked, "You know what's great about you, Raw?"
"What?" Raw asked.
"That I don't ever have to talk with you," Glitch said. "You know; I don't have to tell you what feels good or what to do…"
Raw arched an eyebrow.
"…But you don't mind if I do anyway," Glitch concluded.
"No," Raw said, smiling enigmatically. "Raw doesn't mind."
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