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oh the power of voodoo
Why do you people even let me near AIM. Seriously. All I do is write completely shameless porn. Isn't it supposed to be for, like...communicating with people? Or something? I don't know.
As per tradition, first five people to leave prompts (for any of my fandoms) get commentfic!
1. continuation of above!
2. buffy au snip - "the witch"
3. tabula rasa episode coda
4. sleepy mcshep schmoop
unamaga: ....ok
unamaga: excuse me while i take a moment to reign myself in
kashmir1: LOL NO
kashmir1: don’t
unamaga: I MEAN JUST IMAGINE HOLDING RODNEY DOWN OKAY
kashmir1: oooo yis
kashmir1: GO OOOOOOOOOOON
unamaga: and rodney's all pink and sweaty and wide-eyed, staring up at you with this open, vulnerable look on his face, and when you slide your hips down - just for better leverage, you understand - you can feel the hard line of him pressing against you, can feel the heat of john's skin against the backs of your thighs
you're still watching rodney's face, so you catch the flicker of his eyes over your shoulder and you know a moment before it happens that john's leaning forward and it doesn't surprise you when you feel his wet lips skimming down the side of your neck. his hips are speeding up, bumping against your thighs and ass with every thrust, and rodney's starting to make noise under you - bitten-off, sweet little sounds that curl in your belly and make every teasing grind of your pussy against the underside of his hard cock slicker, easier.
he's trembling a bit, the flush high on his cheeks darkening to deep red, and you wonder how close he is, if he'll like it if you tighten your fingers until you can feel the shape of the bones in his wrists against the pads. he does, arches, and john's steady rhythm falters for a moment, his reedy gasp buried in the skin of your shoulder.
things move faster after that, an edge of urgency that wasn't there before quickening john's breath, setting his teeth in your neck hard enough to bruise. rodney won't stay still, thrashes against your hold like he wants to reach out and touch and help and fix, but you take the chance of transferring both his wrists to one hand, reaching down with the freed one to guide the head of his cock over your clit, rolling your hips because it feels good, a little bit dirty.
john's holding out like a trooper behind you, still panting roughly like he can't get his breath, but it's working for rodney, and every single press of your thumb against his cock to hold him steady while you rut and get yourself off just like that has him babbling helplessly and calling for john, please please please.
it doesn't take long before you're moaning and letting john hold you up through it, warm forearm around your waist to keep you steady and on the bed. when it's done, you let go of rodney's wrists and bend down to kiss him quiet, all soft, languid licks and bites, and then you climb off and leave john to finish them both off, leaning back against the pillows to watch the way they fill up the space you've left and fit to each other like puzzle pieces.
it's easier for john to slide in deep with the new leverage, and you can see the shift of rodney's features into a dazed sort of wonder right before john starts moving again. it only takes a few deep, hard thrusts before rodney's tumbling over the edge, arms wrapped tight around john's broad, straining shoulders, and john follows just like he always follows rodney, making quiet noises into rodney's open mouth.
kashmir1: LFKSGD GOD. SO HOT
kashmir1: mama like
As per tradition, first five people to leave prompts (for any of my fandoms) get commentfic!
1. continuation of above!
2. buffy au snip - "the witch"
3. tabula rasa episode coda
4. sleepy mcshep schmoop
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Um. More of that? *falls out of chair*
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it's rodney, of course, because there's no universe in which he can be described as 'discrete', but you only catch a few more words - "you can't possibly expect me to allow this, sheppard, I" - before the slick noises of a messy kiss cut him off. a muffled thump nearer to the door; you think it might be safe now, so you open your eyes, and there's rodney pressed back against the wall with john all along his front, not an inch of space between them that you can see.
how they think you can sleep through the racket they're making, you don't know, but it's easy enough to slip over to the other end of the bed and watch them from a different angle, to tip your head to the side and see the light falling through the windows glint off the easy slide of john's tongue when he pushes it past rodney's lips.
it should probably feel like an invasion, like something you aren't supposed to see, but there's something so open about the way they're clinging to each other - so brazen - that you almost think they want to be seen.
when they break apart for air, their hips are still moving, and rodney's fingers are digging into john's hips hard enough you can see the white of his knuckles even as far away as you are. when they come, it's not fireworks or loud moans or even soft declarations - it's just another way to stake claim, another glue to hold them together sticky between their bellies.
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