fredbassett | Fic, Trust, Part 4, Stephen/Ryan, Slash, 18

Title : Trust, Part 4
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Stephen, Ryan
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary/Warning : Final part of restraint!porn. Involves tongues in what could be described as inappropriate places. No like, no read.
A/N : There will be a short Epilogue after this, but this part is the last dose of smut for now. The remainder of this series can be found here
Tags : fic, slash, Stephen, Ryan

“No.” Ryan’s voice held a note of what he hoped was suitably threatening finality.

“Yes,” said Stephen, brandishing the antiseptic cream.

“It’s my arse.”

“I know that, darling, but it’s my fault.”

“What part of the last half an hour did you miss out on, sweetpea?”

The part where I was demanding a dry-fuck, or the part where I was apparently begging for it?

“Stop being difficult. Be a brave little Special Forces captain and turn on your front.”

Ryan decided a change of tactic was needed. “No way, last time I did that I ended up tied to the bed.”

“Turn over and I’ll kiss it better.”

Ryan was an experienced soldier. He’d done the courses. He’d been trained to see through obvious tricks. The instructors at Hereford were wise to this sort of thing, even if the inducements they’d taught him to resist didn’t usually involve tongues and arses. He knew how to resist, how to negotiate with your captors.

“Only if you hand over the Savlon first.”

“What about the cut on your ankle?”

“I’ll let you deal with that,” Ryan conceded, settling himself back against the disordered pillows, moving his hips carefully.

If truth be told, which no doubt it would be at some point, his arse didn’t feel anywhere near as bad as he’d expected. Sore, yes, and it had stung like a hornet attack when Hart had tongued him earlier but an experimental wiggle of his backside had just proved that he wasn’t in too bad a state.

He wasn’t going to admit to that though, not yet, anyway. Not while Hart was still determined to treat him like he was made of spun glass. And not while there was still capital to be made out of the situation in other ways as well.

“Can I have another coffee? Two sugars, to help me get over the shock.” Hart’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Ah shit, the two sugars had clearly been pushing his luck. “Another bacon roll?”

“Turn over.”

“Biscuits?”

“Later. If you’re good.”

Ryan chuckled. “I’m always good, baby, you should know that.” He decided it was time to make a small tactical withdrawal, in the hope of gaining strategic advantage later. “I’ll let you use the antiseptic wipes from my rucksack, they sting less, but if that Savlon gets any nearer to my arse than my ankle, it’s leaving, you’re following it and I won’t open the window first. Got that?”

Stephen sighed and accepted the compromise.

Ryan turned over, avoiding the damp patch that would necessitate yet another change of bed linen and pillowed his head comfortably on his arms, enjoying the languorous afterglow of a really good orgasm. Actually, really good was an understatement. It had been a truly spectacular orgasm. He was beginning to get an idea of why Hart get off so easily on bondage.

The cream stung his ankle and made his foot twitch. The distraction of having each toe gently kissed and sucked helped.

He noticed Hart wiping his fingers off on the sheet. The threat of de-fenestration had clearly been effective.

Hands ran gently up his thighs, carefully spreading his arse cheeks. A light, almost hesitant tongue followed the fingers and licked a long, wet swipe across a very sensitive area. Ryan shivered with pleasure, ignoring the sting.

“Nice, but not necessary, darling,” he muttered.

“I’ll be the judge of necessary,” returned a rather muffled voice from between his legs.

Ryan grinned and didn’t argue. This was one kink of Hart’s that he was always happy to indulge. And anyway, dogs always licked their wounds, so there must be something in it. He sure as hell couldn’t get his own tongue round there, even if Lyle did sometimes remark that he had an unfortunate tendency to stick his head up his arse when it suited him.

The stinging diminished and the gentle lapping continued.

A few minutes later Ryan grimaced as Hart followed up his ministrations with the threatened antiseptic. He’d known the tonguing had been too good to last.

Time to play the coffee and bacon roll card again ……….. and then later he’d suggest a shower …………..and after that it would be his turn to do the shagging …………and maybe this afternoon he’d claim he had a pain in the arse again ……………

Ryan liked Sundays when he wasn’t on duty.

This one was no exception.

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heee! I love it when Ryan calls him pet names. Great ending.

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