fredbassett

Title: Sunday Morning
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Lester/Ryan
Rating: 18
Warning: Comment porn, that’s enough of a warning, isn’t it?

Ryan turned over onto his back in bed, and dropped a hand down to stroke the hard length of his own cock.

There were times when he felt he might grow old and die waiting for Lester to wake up on a Sunday morning.

He ran a hand down his lover's back, but it gained him nothing more than a grunt.

He glanced at the clock. It was 9am. High time certain lazy civil servants started to stir. He reached out to the bedside table and grabbed the tube of lubricant. He squeezed some onto his fingers and quickly slicked his cock.

In one fluid movement, he rolled onto his lover, nudged his legs apart, spread his arse-cheeks, and shoved himself home, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

Lester clenched around him, resisting for the barest instant before he pushed back to meet Ryan's thrusts.

Ryan angled himself to thrust directly at Lester's prostate, drawing a whimper of pleasure from his normally self-contained lover. He allowed Lester to move just enough to comfortably accommodate his own erection, then Ryan continued to drive the pair of them to a rapid and very satisfying climax.

"And a good morning to you, too," muttered Lester, as the pair of them lay panting in each others arms.

Ryan reached down to play with Lester's loose, wet hole, feeling the tremors of orgasm still coursing through his lover's body.

Not a bad way to start a Sunday morning.

Title: Well Fucked
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: 18
Warning: Comment porn, that’s enough of a warning, isn’t it?

Stephen lay in bed, propped up on one elbow, staring down at his lover's body, all lean muscle and tanned perfection.

He'd spent most of the past hour shagging Ryan through the mattress. First pounding into his pliant body with his dick, and then, after he'd come, continuing to fuck Ryan with his fingers, rubbing his prostate, keeping him on edge, and occasionally letting him come, but only after Ryan had begged for release.

It was one of those mornings when Stephen seemed to be having no trouble getting hard again, and by 11 o'clock, he'd emptied himself three times into Ryan's reddened, stretched hole.

He was now lying there, studiously watching a trail of his own come make its way down toward Ryan's balls.

He reached out a finger, and massaged it around Ryan's still-open hole, occasionally dipping it inside him in response to Ryan's needy whines. The puckered flesh twitched against the tip of his finger, and Stephen grinned, leaning down to poke at it with his tongue instead.

Ryan shivered, and murmured appreciatively, "You're a dirty little sod, Hart."

Stephen's grin widened, and he lapped at the trail of milky fluid, following it back up to its source, dipping his tongue inside Ryan's body.

Ryan groaned and pushed back against the questing tongue.

Stephen felt himself already starting to grow hard again. The sight of Ryan's hole, still open from the hard fucking it had received, come dripping from it, never failed to turn him on.