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So welcome to the comment!porn party, as before, anything goes (see previous post!), there are a few suggestions there, and I'll edit this one throughout the day, and as before, if we get enough here to minimise the threads, anthologies will appear later for those on dial-ups!!
So, without further delay .................. let the orgy begin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Seeley Booth/Nick Cutter
Date: 2008-02-14 10:29 am (UTC)Seeley Booth was not one of those people who dressed in leather shorts and liked being called a slut while they were lead around by leash and a dog collar. He wasn’t. That was the truth. Seeley Booth did not like being whipped or spanked in the bedroom. He didn’t. That was the truth. Seeley Booth did not like being tied up, did not like being told exactly how and what was going to happen to him in the bedroom. He didn’t. That... Okay, that bit wasn’t quite as true as the others.
Booth was always, always nervous about the idea of being tied up. But… he let Nick do it. The rolling Scottish lilt, the smooth of calloused hands down his twitching chest, it calmed him. It let him give Nick the control he wanted to let go of so badly. So as he breathed a soft sigh, feeling Nick’s splayed fingers on his belly, he relaxed, letting his hands slump in the bonds that tied them to the bedpost.
“Good… That’s it…” and there was the voice.
Booth turned his head towards it, quietly seeking reassurance once more, “Nick?”
“Right here, Seeley,” and, God, that was how his name should be pronounced, “You know I’m right here til you ask for more.”
He sighed again, almost purring, “I’d like more now, please.”
He could hear the smile in Nick’s voice as his hand stroked over Booth’s belly, “Alright then, Seeley. You’ll get it.”
The low voiced promise made a shiver run from Booth’s belly all the way up to his bound hands. Almost as though Nick’s hand, resting so harmlessly there, had contained an electrical current. He squirmed a little against his bonds, not testing them, just reiterating the control he was giving up.
“You’ll get it, Seeley,” Nick murmured again, tracing fingers up his chest, “I know you have sensitive nipples. I think I knew that before you did. So, I think I’ll start with those. Just… touching… perhaps…” there was a wicked chuckle, “No. You like it harder than that. I’d pinch them, Seeley, make you gasp.”
The hand rested teasingly, splayed on his sternum, and Booth knew, he knew, that it wouldn’t go anywhere til Nick had finished speaking. Booth looked at the hand, resting so innocently on his chest and let his head fall back on to the pillow with a groan as Nick kept talking.
“But pinching them wouldn’t make you moan, and I do like hearing the noises you make. Biting your nipples would though. So I’ll have to do that. Bite them and suck on them until you squirm underneath me.”
The amusement and desire could be clearly heard in Nick’s voice, “But I couldn’t leave you all stirred up like that. Aroused, wanting. I’d want a kiss first though. You’re a damn good kisser, Seeley, even bound, especially bound. All lips and tongue and passion. Could kiss you all bloody night.”
Booth couldn’t stop himself, he groaned gutturally, which made Nick chuckle and continue, “But kissin’ isn’t enough, is it? Not for either of us. You need to feel skin-on-skin. You need me to pin you to the mattress.”
Another sound, a low whine, left Booth, making Nick’s hand press gently down on his chest, “Patience, Seeley…” the hand flexed a little, a soothing gesture, “I’d prep you before I did anything else. I don’t want to hurt you, and you don’t like pain. Slowly stroking from the inside until you pushed back against me, making those noises you know I can’t get enough of.”
Booth shuddered, knees involuntarily sliding apart at Nick’s words, “You know what comes next, Seeley. Tell me what comes next.”
Half lidded eyes blinked hazily at him, “Fuck me, please Nick, fuck me.”
The hand on his chest clenched, and Nick moved…
Re: Seeley Booth/Nick Cutter
Date: 2008-02-14 01:12 pm (UTC)Re: Seeley Booth/Nick Cutter
Date: 2008-02-15 12:28 pm (UTC)*grin* I liked the idea of Nick's Scottish accent pronouncing such an obviously Irish name.
Re: Seeley Booth/Nick Cutter
Date: 2008-02-14 05:16 pm (UTC)