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MIRROR ENTRY – COMMENTS DISABLED
Challenges: fanfic100 prompt: 071 - Broken
pyramid_dares: Set 2, Level 7 - Elevator
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
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Disclaimer:
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Notes: One word. Smut.
Warnings: PWP
Summary: What do you do when you’re stuck in an elevator?
By: Margaret Price
Written: September 5, 2007
Posted: September 6, 2007
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<b>Going Down?</b>
Word count: 850
<i>If it ain’t broke…</i></center>
“I had nothing to do with this,” Dorian said defensively, putting his hands on his hips.
“Did I say that you did?” Klaus replied.
“No,” came the meek reply when the Major turned to look at him. “I’m just saving time. You usually blame me whenever something goes wrong.”
Klaus heaved an exasperated sigh and looked around. “This elevator’s an antique. No phone. No escape hatch. And even the emergency bell isn’t working.”
“Ye-es,” Dorian replied, adding, “And no video camera.”
Klaus froze, his eyes wide. He slowly turned his gaze to the Earl, seeing him looking at him with a very familiar amorous expression on his face.
“Nein.”
“Yes.”
“You’re mad.”
“About you.”
Several thousand other objections ran through the Major’s mind as the Earl drew nearer, grabbed him by the lapels, and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Dorian leaned back. “Yes,” he said as his hands moved down to open the officer’s trousers.
“This is a foolish idea,” Klaus replied, his own hands working to open the Earl’s belt.
“Absolutely,” Dorian agreed. “But you want to anyway.”
“Definitely.”
Dorian’s reply was his hand diving into the Major’s trousers.
Klaus caught his breath, his back arching as the hand clamped around his cock. “Gott!” he gasped, his hands grasping blindly at the Earl’s clothing. He did not even struggle when he was turned face-first towards the wall, his trousers pulled down further by Dorian’s free hand, exposing him firm buttocks.
Dorian released his hold on the Major’s cock as the man repositioned himself to properly lean against the wall. As he did this, the Earl pulled a small packet of lubricant from his pocket, applying it to his own erection before pressing against the Major’s firm ass but stopping short of entering his inviting opening.
Klaus threw his head back, the moan rising in his throat turning into a frustrated growl as he felt the pressure on his ass. “Now. Dorian, now!” he gasped out.
“Always so impatient,” Dorian purred, reaching around to take hold of the Major’s cock again, this time with a lubricant slicked hand. He was rewarded with a glorious groan. This was followed by another as he pushed forward, slowly entering the man’s body.
Klaus’s hands balled into fists against the wall as Dorian continued his maddeningly slow pace. The hand on his cock tightened and he gasped, going to growl when it remained stationary. Finally, he moved his own trembling hand down, placing it on the Earl’s to encourage him to move.
“How badly do you want it, my love?” Dorian whispered, leaning forward slightly and giving a slightly harder thrust at the same time.
Klaus replied with several curses and then a moan of pleasure when Dorian gave a sharp forward thrust, burying his full length into Klaus’s body. This was followed by a loud cry as Dorian started pounding into him for all he was worth, his hand moving in time with his body. Klaus responded with loud groans, his own hand guiding the action on his cock.
“How long can you hold out, my love?” Dorian said breathlessly. Obviously, the teasing had not ended.
“Long enough!”
Dorian laughed, releasing his grip on the man’s cock to concentrate solely on his firm backside. He changed position slightly to make sure he struck the man’s prostate with each thrust.
Klaus responded with a loud cry that was a combination of surprise and pleasure, his body shuddering at the same time. The movement of his own hand faltered as the incredible sensations shot through him. It proved to be too much, and he came with a loud guttural sound, ejaculating into a handkerchief that he’d had the presence of mind to pull from his pocket before the encounter robbed him of the ability to think clearly.
Dorian grinned as his lover succumbed to his orgasm, his body shuddering beneath him. This was enough to pull him over the edge too and he came with moan, emptying himself into the man’s body. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around him as he let himself get lost in the sensations.
Dorian was startled back to reality as Klaus started to slide to the floor, his knees finally giving way. He extracted himself so Klaus could lie down on the floor, sitting down beside him, his face aglow. “Well, well,” Dorian said with a laugh. “I finally bring Iron Klaus to his knees.”
“Incredible,” was all Klaus had to say as he pulled his trousers back where they belonged. He did not, however, get up from the floor.
Dorian just grinned, pulling his own clothes up to put back on properly. “Didn’t I tell you that public places add to the excitement?”
“You did.” Klaus closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath. “We’re still stuck in this damned broken elevator, though.”
“True.”
They fell into a companionable silence, content to bask in the afterglow. Then, after several minutes…
“Fancy another go?”
“Nein.”
“You can stay on the floor.”
A pause.
“Okay.”
It took nearly four hours to fix the elevator. Neither man complained about the wait.
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Challenges: fanfic100 prompt: 071 - Broken
pyramid_dares: Set 2, Level 7 - Elevator
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Category:
Disclaimer:
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Notes: One word. Smut.
Warnings: PWP
Summary: What do you do when you’re stuck in an elevator?
By: Margaret Price
Written: September 5, 2007
Posted: September 6, 2007
