FIC: Back and Forth [Pistol Grip]
Back and Forth
by Nihilism
Pistol Grip
Stax/Hollywood
Warning for dirty. Dirty. Dirty.
Prompt #13 - SMUT [backtracking a little, whateva. These probably aren't the smuttiest 100 words I've ever wrote, but I like em anyway.]
Still don't own these guys.
Hands bound - with his own belt! - to the bedframe. Stax's thighs, pressing against his upper ribs, flex and release. Each flex makes Hollywood fear he'll choke, each release gives him a second of relief - a second of thought.
Forth. Shaft stretches his mouth to breaking, head teases his gag reflex, pushes into his throat. He growls as he swallows instinctively, esophageal muscles constrict.
Back. Acrid taste over his tongue, he wants to bite down, show Stax just how easily he accepts 'punishment' but resists, narrows his eyes instead. Stax laughs at the impervious guitarist's obvious disdain.
Forth.
by Nihilism
Pistol Grip
Stax/Hollywood
Warning for dirty. Dirty. Dirty.
Prompt #13 - SMUT [backtracking a little, whateva. These probably aren't the smuttiest 100 words I've ever wrote, but I like em anyway.]
Still don't own these guys.
Hands bound - with his own belt! - to the bedframe. Stax's thighs, pressing against his upper ribs, flex and release. Each flex makes Hollywood fear he'll choke, each release gives him a second of relief - a second of thought.
Forth. Shaft stretches his mouth to breaking, head teases his gag reflex, pushes into his throat. He growls as he swallows instinctively, esophageal muscles constrict.
Back. Acrid taste over his tongue, he wants to bite down, show Stax just how easily he accepts 'punishment' but resists, narrows his eyes instead. Stax laughs at the impervious guitarist's obvious disdain.
Forth.
