PWP ficlet


fairestcat gave me the prompt last night of: John is on his knees being fucked by Rodney over the side of the bed, hands scrabbling for purchase in the slick coverlet.

This one is for you *hugs*.

Rodney felt so fucking good behind him, his hips and balls slapping against John's ass, hard floor perfect against his knees and bed soft and slick against his chest. John bit at the satiny blanket and moaned as Rodney shoved in hard and thick, pausing with a rough grind of hips, jolting John forward, blanket slipping through his fingers.

Rodney bit into John's shoulder and sucked, oh Christ he was going to have a mark there tomorrow, and arched his neck in Rodney's mouth. John twisted against Rodney's weight, pleading for Rodney to hold him still, sighing when Rodney draped his weight across John's back and ran his hands up John's arms to his wrists, holding them firmly in place. John came with Rodney's hands holding his wrists, pinning him securely in place and world fuzzing out at the edges; John's body relaxed, letting Rodney in deeper. Rodney came with his forehead resting against John's neck, rhythm stuttering deep inside John, telling him how he couldn't wait to get some rope to really hold him down with, because John was his and how much John would love to have Rodney take control.

John whimpered.