zinnith | Boys and toys... (Reply)

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kink_bingo. My card is here. (I'm going to have so much fun with this. I kind of want to write crossdresser!Ronon...)

~ 750 words, John/Rodney, cockrings. Unbeta'd, so let me know if I've embarrassed myself.

Sometimes, Rodney prefers to wait. John can be so skinhungry, so desperate for touch that it makes Rodney’s chest ache to see it. Those nights, Rodney likes to just strap on a cockring and concentrate on John and his pleasure, see how many times he can make John come before he’s sprawled on the bed, limp and sex-dazed and completely blissed out.

Rodney likes to do it quick and dirty at first, pin John’s hips down and suck him until he squirms and moans and shoots spurt after spurt over Rodney’s tongue. After that, when John lies panting, trembling and still half hard, he takes his time. Rodney likes to use his fingers and his hands, caress every inch of John’s skin. He likes to lick his way into John’s mouth, suck on his tongue, reduce him to mindless groans.

John Sheppard’s face awash with pleasure is possibly the most beautiful thing Rodney has ever seen. He wishes he could do this all the time. Use his fingers to trace patterns over John’s stomach and thighs and see him shiver. Caress his cock and balls, the silky soft skin there, sneak a finger back to press against his perineum, rub against the spot that drives John wild and makes him arch his back and whine. Rodney brings out the lube then, slicks up his fingers and slides two of them inside John, massages his prostate until his skin is damp and glistening with sweat and he pants and curses at Rodney to ‘Come on... damn you McKay... let me... you have to... please.” Rodney loves the broken sound of John’s voice when he’s like that, loves how he can play John’s body like an instrument, that he knows exactly how the slightest change in angle, the slightest twist of his fingers makes John come again, makes him shoot warm and wet all over his belly and chest.

Usually, Rodney is rock hard and leaking by then, precome wetting the head of his cock, and John is begging to be fucked, spreading his legs and lifting his hips to allow for easy access.

His limbs are perfectly relaxed and he just opens up and takes it, lets Rodney sink inside until he’s balls deep in that tight, dark heat. If not for the cockring, Rodney would come the moment he’s inside, but now he can rest there for a second to let John adjust to his girth and then slowly start to move. Slide in and out, feel John’s body move with his and John’s legs wrap around his waist.

John loves to be fucked, especially these nights, when he can just let go and take everything Rodney has to give. It doesn’t take him long to get hard again and Rodney finds it difficult to hold back his own orgasm at the feeling of John’s erection rubbing against his stomach.

Rodney fucks him slow and deep, and John is so gone by then that he just lies there. His mouth is slack and open and his eyes have rolled back in his head. Rodney leans back and pulls John into his lap so he can watch the long lithe body spread out in front of him. He grips John’s hip with one hand and wraps the other around John’s cock, strokes him in time to his thrusts. John is getting louder and louder and Rodney loves to hear him fall apart, loves to feel his body clench and shudder around his cock as John climaxes a third time.

He pulls out then, admires the sight of John spent and content, thighs still twitching in the aftershocks of orgasm. John looks up at Rodney from under heavy-lidded eyes and slurs, “Your turn now, Rodney. C’mon, give it to me.”

Rodney snaps off the cock ring and feels how the orgasm that has been building all evening finally becomes impossible to hold back. He kneels over John and gives himself one long stroke. It’s enough for the hot rush to grab him by the spine and make stars burst behind his eyelids.

Rodney is weak and shaky when it’s over and he collapses beside John, watching him run a lazy finger through the puddle of semen on his belly

“I really like that thing,” John says, eyeing the discarded cockring. “D’you know what would be hot? If you wore it all day.”

"Hmm..." Rodney mumbles, feeling sleep tug at him. He flops over and makes himself comfortable against John's side. "Maybe."

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