Sin Sat Ficlet
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brendan_vincentThere are just some things I like about this pairing that don't exactly fall into your typical kink category. I'm hoping that this ficlet will inspire you to share some of your thoughts on that.
Rating:Nc-17
Word Count:524
Summary:It's good to have a man around.
Thanks go out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mischief5 for taking a little of her vacation time to look this over.
Mistakes=mine
Brendan moved over to the couch to stand in front of Vince. Not close enough, not as far as Vince was concerned, not when Bren stood there, a rumpled, sexy vision of clean cotton, male musk, and gun-oiled leather.
He spread his knees further apart inviting Bren into his space. Vince groaned, a slight, soft sound of want as Brendan moved in, his eyes turning predatory.
“Miss me?” The words were husky and low, made for Vince’s ears only.
Vince leaned his head back, exposing the long line of his neck but never taking his eyes off Brendan.
“Yeah. Didn’t think you’d ever get home. I almost had to start without you.”
Brendan cocked his head and smiled before shrugging out of his suit coat. “Where’s the fun in that?” He began to unfasten his shoulder holster.
“Leave it on.”
“I…really?”
Vince licked dry lips. “Yeah. Here. Let me.” He reached up and undid the buttons of Brendan’s shirt cuffs, stopping to kiss each exposed wrist. There was nothing delicate about the raw strength of Brendan’s wrist bones. They were thick, knobby, and indescribably male. Vince moved his mouth over each of them in turn, teasing with his mouth and tongue, and letting Bren twist his fingers into his hair as he left careful teeth marks over each one.
“God. Vince, I’m going to have to wear long sleeved shirts for the rest of the week.”
Vince looked at his handiwork and made a mental note to make sure Brendan had to wear short sleeves to work at least once before the marks faded. “You still have too many clothes on.”
“Fuck. Vince, you’re making me crazy.”
Brendan stood there, his shirt untucked and half unbuttoned, and his dress pants weren’t hiding a thing. Vincent could see the hard ridge of his cock straining against the thin fabric. His own cock was suffering a similar fate.
Vincent moaned as Brendan dropped to his knees and worked Vince’s fly open with quick, sure movements. He gave Vincent’s cock a long, slow pull, sliding his hand over it with dirty, filthy intent in the movements. He sucked Vince in, deep and thorough, his tongue leaving hot, and sloppy wet trails all over his cock until he pulled off with a final swirl of tongue. Vince grabbed at Bren’s shoulders, fingers brushing against the empty holster. He almost tore Brendan’s dress shirt when Bren ran one marked wrist up and under the wet head of his cock. And Brendan just kept teasing him, using his mouth and hands, taking his measure in the hefty head of Vince’s cock. Kept teasing until Vincent’s thighs were trembling with a need so burning he had to come, had to right the fuck now, and he spilled into Brendan’s capable hand. He blinked through blurred vision to watch Brendan lick the come off his wrist.
“Give me a minute to recover and I’ll take care of you.”
Brendan didn’t meet his eyes. Instead, he turned a little pink around the ears and stammered out, “You, uh, you just take my pants to the cleaners this time and we’ll call it even.”
Rating:Nc-17
Word Count:524
Summary:It's good to have a man around.
Thanks go out to
mischief5 for taking a little of her vacation time to look this over.Mistakes=mine
Brendan moved over to the couch to stand in front of Vince. Not close enough, not as far as Vince was concerned, not when Bren stood there, a rumpled, sexy vision of clean cotton, male musk, and gun-oiled leather.
He spread his knees further apart inviting Bren into his space. Vince groaned, a slight, soft sound of want as Brendan moved in, his eyes turning predatory.
“Miss me?” The words were husky and low, made for Vince’s ears only.
Vince leaned his head back, exposing the long line of his neck but never taking his eyes off Brendan.
“Yeah. Didn’t think you’d ever get home. I almost had to start without you.”
Brendan cocked his head and smiled before shrugging out of his suit coat. “Where’s the fun in that?” He began to unfasten his shoulder holster.
“Leave it on.”
“I…really?”
Vince licked dry lips. “Yeah. Here. Let me.” He reached up and undid the buttons of Brendan’s shirt cuffs, stopping to kiss each exposed wrist. There was nothing delicate about the raw strength of Brendan’s wrist bones. They were thick, knobby, and indescribably male. Vince moved his mouth over each of them in turn, teasing with his mouth and tongue, and letting Bren twist his fingers into his hair as he left careful teeth marks over each one.
“God. Vince, I’m going to have to wear long sleeved shirts for the rest of the week.”
Vince looked at his handiwork and made a mental note to make sure Brendan had to wear short sleeves to work at least once before the marks faded. “You still have too many clothes on.”
“Fuck. Vince, you’re making me crazy.”
Brendan stood there, his shirt untucked and half unbuttoned, and his dress pants weren’t hiding a thing. Vincent could see the hard ridge of his cock straining against the thin fabric. His own cock was suffering a similar fate.
Vincent moaned as Brendan dropped to his knees and worked Vince’s fly open with quick, sure movements. He gave Vincent’s cock a long, slow pull, sliding his hand over it with dirty, filthy intent in the movements. He sucked Vince in, deep and thorough, his tongue leaving hot, and sloppy wet trails all over his cock until he pulled off with a final swirl of tongue. Vince grabbed at Bren’s shoulders, fingers brushing against the empty holster. He almost tore Brendan’s dress shirt when Bren ran one marked wrist up and under the wet head of his cock. And Brendan just kept teasing him, using his mouth and hands, taking his measure in the hefty head of Vince’s cock. Kept teasing until Vincent’s thighs were trembling with a need so burning he had to come, had to right the fuck now, and he spilled into Brendan’s capable hand. He blinked through blurred vision to watch Brendan lick the come off his wrist.
“Give me a minute to recover and I’ll take care of you.”
Brendan didn’t meet his eyes. Instead, he turned a little pink around the ears and stammered out, “You, uh, you just take my pants to the cleaners this time and we’ll call it even.”
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Date: 2010-08-14 11:45 pm (UTC)The image of Brendan turning pink around the ears because.....just.....gah!
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Date: 2010-08-15 12:03 am (UTC)...stopping to kiss each exposed wrist. There was nothing delicate about the raw strength of Brendan’s wrist bones. They were thick, knobby, and indescribably male. Vince moved his mouth over each of them in turn, teasing with his mouth and tongue...
Nnnnnggggghhhhhh! Just the whole thing... especially Brendan's attitude here... whoa, I need my fan - Pronto!
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Date: 2010-08-15 04:06 am (UTC)I loved it all, but everything from "to watch Brendan lick" til the end just killed me.
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Date: 2010-08-15 11:22 am (UTC)Thanks so much for this story. I love the image of Vincent kissing Brendan's exposed wrists and then Brendan coming into his pants...Good Lord I do need an ice cold shower right now...:)
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Date: 2010-08-16 03:41 am (UTC)What a lovely, lovely thing to read just before going to bed.
Oh, yeah. I'm gonna have sweet-hot dreams tonight.
thank you!
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