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order_of_chaos) wrote2006-11-23 01:49 pm
order_of_chaos) wrote2006-11-23 01:49 pm
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Torchwood Drabbles - Handporn I & II
Title: Handporn I & II
Author:order_of_chaos
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2 x 100
Warning: Written by the same part of my brain that happily writes zombie-porn.
Author:
order_of_chaos Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2 x 100
Warning: Written by the same part of my brain that happily writes zombie-porn.
Handporn I
There’s no resistance as Jack takes the Doctor’s hand in his, pressing it to his lips briefly, affectionately, before guiding it downwards. Fingertips seek out his most sensitive places, cool against his skin as they touch just where he most wants them. Neck. Nipples. Cock.
They leave for a moment, coming back slick to press at the opening to his body. Jack relaxes to let them in.
It would be even better, Jack thinks, rocking his hips back to slide the Doctor’s fingers further into his ass, if the Doctor were still attached to them. But this is good, too.
There’s no resistance as Jack takes the Doctor’s hand in his, pressing it to his lips briefly, affectionately, before guiding it downwards. Fingertips seek out his most sensitive places, cool against his skin as they touch just where he most wants them. Neck. Nipples. Cock.
They leave for a moment, coming back slick to press at the opening to his body. Jack relaxes to let them in.
It would be even better, Jack thinks, rocking his hips back to slide the Doctor’s fingers further into his ass, if the Doctor were still attached to them. But this is good, too.
Handporn II
The hand is cold, slick with liquid preservative and salty as Jack sucks the middle finger into his mouth. It slides in unresistingly, dead between his lips. Jack squeezes his eyes shut; lets his tongue seek out patterns of finger pads, feeding the curl of arousal that connects his mouth to his cock.
He wants and wants, and this will never be enough, but…
He suckles harder, moans again – harsh and desperate and closer to broken than he’ll admit even to himself, let alone…
Slipping his own hand into his pants, he jerks once and comes, shuddering, against his desk.
The hand is cold, slick with liquid preservative and salty as Jack sucks the middle finger into his mouth. It slides in unresistingly, dead between his lips. Jack squeezes his eyes shut; lets his tongue seek out patterns of finger pads, feeding the curl of arousal that connects his mouth to his cock.
He wants and wants, and this will never be enough, but…
He suckles harder, moans again – harsh and desperate and closer to broken than he’ll admit even to himself, let alone…
Slipping his own hand into his pants, he jerks once and comes, shuddering, against his desk.
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Handp0rn gooooood!
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