|irana (irana) wrote in neville100,|
@ 2008-10-24 14:43:00
|Entry tags:||irana, prompt 40: hearing|
Sound ~ Draco/Neville ~ Adult
Word Count: 100 x 5
Warnings: Bondage, wanking, dirty talk
Challenge: Prompt # 40: Hearing
A/N: First prompt in a while that gave me an instant bunny aside from Minxie's plea for cross gen. Thanks oodles for the quick and dirty beta eeyore9990!
There was something about having to rely on his sense of hearing that had Neville hard and leaking. He was incredibly lucky that not only had the man of his dreams wanted him too, but that he was willing to indulge him in this.
Arms and legs bound to the sturdy bedposts, blindfold firmly affixed, ball gag in place; all he had to rely on were scents and sounds, particularly as Draco refused to touch him just yet.
"Do you like what you hear?" Draco purred, standing close enough for the sound of flesh stroking flesh to burn Neville's eardrums.
Unable to speak, Neville could only nod; a muffled groan and the shift of his hips the physical signs of his need. He knew Draco was wanking, could clearly hear the sound of his hand sliding along slick flesh, wanted that cock in his mouth or in his arse.
Draco smirked as he watched his lover hump the air, denying him the touch he knew Neville wanted. The point of the exercise was to discover if Neville could come from sound alone, and he intended to discover just that.
"Oh, you do want this, don't you? To touch, to taste."
Neville could tell this was having an effect on Draco as well. Draco's voice had deepened, roughened with his desire. Neville keened, the sound distorted by the gag he wore, hips pumping frantically as Draco spoke and pumped his cock.
"Imagine it, Neville; me sliding hard and deep inside your arse, filling you up." His strokes quickened as sense memory assaulted him at his words, and Draco gasped.
"Stretching you wide, making you beg, making you moan. Feeling you writhing on my cock, desperate to come."
On and on he went, describing in lurid detail what he knew Neville wanted.
Soon it was too much, and Neville knew it wouldn't take much more. He was so aroused from the experience there was a pool of liquid on his belly, teasing the head of his prick as his hips jerked.
"I'm so close, Neville," Draco whispered, breath short and raspy.
He was; Neville could tell by the soft hitching noises sounding in Draco's throat, the labored breath, the increase in speed betrayed by the slick sound of lube.
He heard the stifled groan, felt the first drops of warm release land on his chest, and Neville lost it and came untouched.
Draco groaned out his release, sensation enhanced by the sight of Neville's orgasm and the sheer power he felt at being able to bring his lover off with words and action alone. He spelled his hand clean and unhooked the ball gag, leaving Neville bound as he swiped his fingers through the come on Neville's belly and lifted his fingers to Neville's mouth.
Only when Neville had licked it clean did he spell his lover clean and release him from his bonds, rubbing his wrists gently. "Good?" Draco asked quietly.
"Better than I'd imagined. Promise me we'll do it again."