Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part IIX
Warnings: It's Bruce/Ducard slash, people, and I guess all the parts together range from R to NC-17 with various kinks.
Summary: This is a bunny bred by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
temve in A Long Way to the Top and then let loose by me.
Notes: Unbetaed, so all typos and errors are mine. And let me tell you, it made me jumpy to write slash while my brother sat next to me and could have started to ask uncomfortable questions any time.
Previous parts:
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 2 by walksbyherself
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 3 by phurie_dae
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 4 by meletor_et_al
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 5 by shrieking_ell
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 6 by imadra_blue
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 7 by lady_elina
And now:
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 8
"Tell me, Bruce – what would you deem a proper punishment for such impatience?"
"Perhaps putting my mouth to better use?" The words were out before he could rethink them. But Bruce was tired, unspeakably tense and horny, a bit humiliated and beyond thirsty. All in all a combination that moved his mood from frustrated to cranky and approached fast pissed of. Even so he knew it wasn't a wise move to challenge Ducard.
Bruce suppressed a wince and steeled himself for another slap. Instead he found his breath taken away by another wild kiss. He lay gasping for air when Ducard finally moved his lips to his jaw and then his ear, teasing him by nibbing at his ear.
"The idea has merit." Bruce shivered at the slow consideration in Ducard's growl. Well, if he was doomed anyway...
Brazenly he rubbed his face over Ducard's bearded cheek and sought the hollow beneath his jaw. This close Ducard's scent was intoxicating, earthy and arousing. He wanted to taste him. So he swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin searching for Ducard's pleasure spots and found sweat. Delicious salty wetness that wanted to be licked off. He was rewarded by an audible hitch in Ducard's breath before his arm tightened like a vice around him. Stubbornly Bruce let the tongue flicker again and followed up with a sharp nib.
He was playing with fire, he knew. But if he could make Ducard lose his thrice-damed cool...
"Naughty boy," growled Ducard and then amusement appeared in his voice. "I see I need to take care of your thirst before you go for my blood."
Bruce felt Ducard rolling away and then heard something poured into a cup. Soon after Ducard returned he felt wet finger on his lips.
"Put your mouth to good use, impatient boy."
Bruce didn't really need to be told what to do. With barely suppressed greed he took the fingers into his mouth to suck off each precious drop. He knew the taste of the tea* well from his training sessions. Together with the taste of Ducard's skin there seemed to be nothing more wonderful. The fingers withdrew and returned, wet again.
"With more care this time, Bruce."
Trust Ducard to critique his technique even now, Bruce thought. But his need overrode his irritation and he put effort into making it as pleasant as possible for Ducard. Not that he would have minded to do this out of his own free will under better circumstances.
"Better. Good boy."
They repeated this a few times more before Ducard rolled Bruce to his side, straddling him and keeping him still. This time Ducard offered him his whole, big hand filled with tea. It was awkward for Bruce to raise his head to drink from Ducard's palm but he managed. Again Ducard forced him to make an effort before rewarding him with a refill.
By the time the mug was empty the tea had quenched the worst of Bruce's thirst. Bruce felt its reviving effect when his tiredness eased. But now all the sensations numbed by his exhaustion moved into sharp focus. It was as if the fire in his veins was stoked higher, the sensitivity of his skin heightened. He was caught between Ducard's thighs, his cock rubbed against Ducard's knee and the tension became unbearable.
Ducard's broad hand stroked him slowly from shoulder to waist.
"And now, it is time to proceed."
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* - I mean that tea.
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