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karaokegal's Comment Pr0n meme. Featuring voice fetishisation [focusing on accents specifically in this case]; and touching on clothed!sex and hand kink.
Title: "Talking Dirty"
Pairing: John Barrowman/David Tennant
Wordcount: 340
Warnings: THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE. If that is your squick do not click. No offence intended; no reality implied. These are merely facsimilies created in my addled mind of fantasy creatures that look like men who exist in real life. Contains Sexual activity and strong language
Writer's notes: Written quick and dirty; unbeta'd so any errors are my own.
Their lips were just centimetres apart, John's eyes closed, both breathing hard. The hardness in John's jeans ached for attention and although David's long legs were astride his hips, knees planted in the leather couch, it didn't bring their bodies into enough contact for John to grind against him the way he wanted. A groan of frustration from John was met with a soft chuckle that bubbled in David's throat, muffled between their mouths as he pressed his lips against John's, tongue darting quickly between teeth.
“Is there something you want, laddie?” David murmured against John's lips.
John pushed David back by the shoulders and fixed him with a heated look. “I want...”
A long, slender finger pressed against John's lips, silencing him before he begun. “C'mon, John,” David chided teasingly. “You know what I want to hear.”
Smiling slyly, John grasped David's wrist and, holding it firmly, sucked the finger between his lips and swirled his tongue around the tip before letting it fall from his mouth.
“Aye, ah ken what you want” John drawled over his thick Glaswegian tongue.
David's eyes darkened with lust. “So tell me what you want, John.”
“Ah want you tae git on yer knees in front ah me. Ah want you tae git me the fuck out aye these fuckin' jeans. Ah want tae feel yer durty mouth oan ma cock, suckin' and lickin' me until ah come all down yer throat.”
The words hung in the air for a split second before David crushed his mouth against John's, groaning and grinding himself against John's torso. “Lord, I love your dirty Scottish mouth” he muttered, using the back of the sofa for purchase to push himself upright and sink to his knees between John's thighs. “And since you asked so nicely” he started, hands snaking purposefully up the insides of John's thighs and palming the prominent bulge in his jeans “it would be a shame if you didn't get what you asked for”.
karaokegal's Comment Pr0n meme. Featuring voice fetishisation [focusing on accents specifically in this case]; and touching on clothed!sex and hand kink.Title: "Talking Dirty"
Pairing: John Barrowman/David Tennant
Wordcount: 340
Warnings: THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE. If that is your squick do not click. No offence intended; no reality implied. These are merely facsimilies created in my addled mind of fantasy creatures that look like men who exist in real life. Contains Sexual activity and strong language
Writer's notes: Written quick and dirty; unbeta'd so any errors are my own.
Their lips were just centimetres apart, John's eyes closed, both breathing hard. The hardness in John's jeans ached for attention and although David's long legs were astride his hips, knees planted in the leather couch, it didn't bring their bodies into enough contact for John to grind against him the way he wanted. A groan of frustration from John was met with a soft chuckle that bubbled in David's throat, muffled between their mouths as he pressed his lips against John's, tongue darting quickly between teeth.
“Is there something you want, laddie?” David murmured against John's lips.
John pushed David back by the shoulders and fixed him with a heated look. “I want...”
A long, slender finger pressed against John's lips, silencing him before he begun. “C'mon, John,” David chided teasingly. “You know what I want to hear.”
Smiling slyly, John grasped David's wrist and, holding it firmly, sucked the finger between his lips and swirled his tongue around the tip before letting it fall from his mouth.
“Aye, ah ken what you want” John drawled over his thick Glaswegian tongue.
David's eyes darkened with lust. “So tell me what you want, John.”
“Ah want you tae git on yer knees in front ah me. Ah want you tae git me the fuck out aye these fuckin' jeans. Ah want tae feel yer durty mouth oan ma cock, suckin' and lickin' me until ah come all down yer throat.”
The words hung in the air for a split second before David crushed his mouth against John's, groaning and grinding himself against John's torso. “Lord, I love your dirty Scottish mouth” he muttered, using the back of the sofa for purchase to push himself upright and sink to his knees between John's thighs. “And since you asked so nicely” he started, hands snaking purposefully up the insides of John's thighs and palming the prominent bulge in his jeans “it would be a shame if you didn't get what you asked for”.
