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fannish_nan) wrote2008-02-27 10:06 pm
fannish_nan) wrote2008-02-27 10:06 pm
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Fanfiction - Petshop of Horrors (Count D/Leon)
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Better to Learn, D/Leon, 763 words, R. Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
bloodlikemagic, who requested Petshop of Horrors: Count D/Leon, leash. I've only written two PSoH fics and they both had to do with porn and leashes. Yeah, I don't know.
Leon didn’t know how he’d gotten in this situation: him, kneeling on the ground, shirt off, jeans unbuttoned and pushed hastily down his hips; D, standing, completely naked - and if Leon had ever doubted D being a guy, well, he’d definitely seen the light - holding a leather strap that looped loosely around Leon’s neck.
Leon wasn’t completely upset with the situation. To be honest, he was enjoying seeing D completely naked, and his own hardon wasn’t anything to complain about. Just. That leash.
“Jesus, D, what the fuck are you trying to do, pull my damn head off?!” Leon growled as the leash was tugged again, rubbing against the welts that were already raising on his neck. “You shouldn’t piss off a guy when your cock is so close to his teeth, you know.”
Leon heard a long suffering sigh from above. “What I’m trying to do, Detective, is instruct you in the art of fallatio. You’ve obviously never done it before.” Despite the words, Leon could definitely hear pleasure in D’s voice.
“Yeah, well, fuck off,” he said, wincing as the leash was pulled again. “How the hell is you yanking on that thing suppose to help me figure out how to do this, huh?” Inspiration struck and Leon grinned. “You know,” he said, looking up at D from where he knelt. “You should probably, uh, probably do it to me first. That way I’ll really learn what to do.”
Those dark lips curled up into a knowing smile. “Oh?” D said, eyes locked on Leon, who suddenly felt like he couldn’t breath, and not just because of the leather around his throat. “You think that would help, my dear? For me to get down on my knees for you?” he said, tugging on the leash; it felt like he was tugging directly at Leon’s cock.
“Yeah,” Leon gasped out. “I think that would help a lot, D.”
“Very well.” But instead of making Leon stand, D took hold of his shoulders and pushed him down to the floor before bending over him, leash still gripped firmly in hand.
“Pay attention, Leon,” he said, but Leon could read his face, his expression. I know exactly what you’re doing, it said, and I’m simply allowing this to happen. Normally it would have pissed Leon right the hell off but at that moment, with him laying on the floor, propped up on his elbows and leather slowly tightening around his neck, Leon couldn’t help but think it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
D smirked before sinking to his knees and leaning forward, one hand resting on Leon’s thigh. Leon stared at him, eyes wide. It wasn’t like he’d never gotten a blowjob before; there were plenty of girls who’d sucked his dick. But this was D, Count D kneeling in front of him, mouth inches from his cock; annoying, mysterious, human-hating Count D.
At that thought, Leon felt a small bit of fear, before that mouth sank down slowly, tongue working, lips gripping over the hood of his cock. The further his mouth sank, the tighter he pulled the leather that looped around Leon’s neck, slowly constricting his airway. And damn if it didn’t turn Leon even more, a strangled groan erupting from his throat.
He could feel D smile around his cock and oh, did Leon want to slam his hips up, make the bastard gag on his dick but that leash, that fucking leash was tightening on his neck even as D’s mouth tightened around his cock and Leon couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but struggle to breath, fingers clawing helplessly at D’s hair.
“D…” he said, voice a rasp now as D slowly slid up and licked at his cockhead, eyes dark as he watched Leon.
“Hmm, Leon?” he asked. “Are you paying attention?” And goddamn, how was Leon suppose to fucking pay attention when pleasure was rolling over him and he couldn’t fucking breath?
A sudden, painful pinch had Leon looking down, mouth open in a helpless gasp as he locked eyes with D, who was wearing that same fucking smirk. “Pay close attention now, Leon,” he said, before taking Leon in deep, throat working around his cock. At the same time, he pulled the leash tighter, choking Leon completely.
Leon tried to gasp; his throat worked helpless against the leash as he came hard, filling D’s mouth up, even as his vision dimmed. The last thing he could remember was a rush of air through his lungs and fingers combing through his hair.
porn_battle.Better to Learn, D/Leon, 763 words, R. Written for
bloodlikemagic, who requested Petshop of Horrors: Count D/Leon, leash. I've only written two PSoH fics and they both had to do with porn and leashes. Yeah, I don't know.Leon didn’t know how he’d gotten in this situation: him, kneeling on the ground, shirt off, jeans unbuttoned and pushed hastily down his hips; D, standing, completely naked - and if Leon had ever doubted D being a guy, well, he’d definitely seen the light - holding a leather strap that looped loosely around Leon’s neck.
Leon wasn’t completely upset with the situation. To be honest, he was enjoying seeing D completely naked, and his own hardon wasn’t anything to complain about. Just. That leash.
“Jesus, D, what the fuck are you trying to do, pull my damn head off?!” Leon growled as the leash was tugged again, rubbing against the welts that were already raising on his neck. “You shouldn’t piss off a guy when your cock is so close to his teeth, you know.”
Leon heard a long suffering sigh from above. “What I’m trying to do, Detective, is instruct you in the art of fallatio. You’ve obviously never done it before.” Despite the words, Leon could definitely hear pleasure in D’s voice.
“Yeah, well, fuck off,” he said, wincing as the leash was pulled again. “How the hell is you yanking on that thing suppose to help me figure out how to do this, huh?” Inspiration struck and Leon grinned. “You know,” he said, looking up at D from where he knelt. “You should probably, uh, probably do it to me first. That way I’ll really learn what to do.”
Those dark lips curled up into a knowing smile. “Oh?” D said, eyes locked on Leon, who suddenly felt like he couldn’t breath, and not just because of the leather around his throat. “You think that would help, my dear? For me to get down on my knees for you?” he said, tugging on the leash; it felt like he was tugging directly at Leon’s cock.
“Yeah,” Leon gasped out. “I think that would help a lot, D.”
“Very well.” But instead of making Leon stand, D took hold of his shoulders and pushed him down to the floor before bending over him, leash still gripped firmly in hand.
“Pay attention, Leon,” he said, but Leon could read his face, his expression. I know exactly what you’re doing, it said, and I’m simply allowing this to happen. Normally it would have pissed Leon right the hell off but at that moment, with him laying on the floor, propped up on his elbows and leather slowly tightening around his neck, Leon couldn’t help but think it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
D smirked before sinking to his knees and leaning forward, one hand resting on Leon’s thigh. Leon stared at him, eyes wide. It wasn’t like he’d never gotten a blowjob before; there were plenty of girls who’d sucked his dick. But this was D, Count D kneeling in front of him, mouth inches from his cock; annoying, mysterious, human-hating Count D.
At that thought, Leon felt a small bit of fear, before that mouth sank down slowly, tongue working, lips gripping over the hood of his cock. The further his mouth sank, the tighter he pulled the leather that looped around Leon’s neck, slowly constricting his airway. And damn if it didn’t turn Leon even more, a strangled groan erupting from his throat.
He could feel D smile around his cock and oh, did Leon want to slam his hips up, make the bastard gag on his dick but that leash, that fucking leash was tightening on his neck even as D’s mouth tightened around his cock and Leon couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but struggle to breath, fingers clawing helplessly at D’s hair.
“D…” he said, voice a rasp now as D slowly slid up and licked at his cockhead, eyes dark as he watched Leon.
“Hmm, Leon?” he asked. “Are you paying attention?” And goddamn, how was Leon suppose to fucking pay attention when pleasure was rolling over him and he couldn’t fucking breath?
A sudden, painful pinch had Leon looking down, mouth open in a helpless gasp as he locked eyes with D, who was wearing that same fucking smirk. “Pay close attention now, Leon,” he said, before taking Leon in deep, throat working around his cock. At the same time, he pulled the leash tighter, choking Leon completely.
Leon tried to gasp; his throat worked helpless against the leash as he came hard, filling D’s mouth up, even as his vision dimmed. The last thing he could remember was a rush of air through his lungs and fingers combing through his hair.