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Title: Deconstructing Neal
Author: [personal profile] coffeethyme4me
Pairing: Peter/Neal
Rating: NC-17
Words: 365
Prompt from [personal profile] elrhiarhodan: Bouncy, Bouncy.
Content: PWP, mild humiliation



This – precisely this moment – was the one when his charm would die.

Not a shred of that artifice would be left.

Neal would disintegrate into a completely base state of physical need. Animal. Crying.

This was the moment when he was fully impaled on Peter’s cock, facing away from him but upright so that he could see himself in the full-length mirror before them at the foot of the bed.

This was the moment when it was too much, too deep, too stretched, his prostate burning, his legs pulled open, Peter's big hands splayed under his thighs – when he could feel Peter’s dick in his throat. And he could see it, too, where it disappeared inside him, where they throbbed together.

And then Peter said, as he would at this precise moment, “Bounce.”

And there Neal would be – open, stuffed, sweating – wanting it. Needing to have it. But hating that he had to watch it.

He was obscene as he moved on Peter’s large shaft. He started lifting himself up and letting himself fall. An agonized whine got fucked out of him on every descent, his own cock bouncing hard the faster he got. And he got fast. His moaning became continuous, accented by his butt slamming into Peter’s body repeatedly.

He watched the pain on his own face. The unspeakable lust.

Yes, the charm was gone, and all that was left was what belonged to Peter – his eyes about to roll back, his mouth hanging open, his insides, his absurdly swinging cock, his orgasm fast approaching.

He knew Peter was watching, too, and Neal couldn’t care.

He closed his eyes and bounced, the electric thrust of Peter’s cock inside him all that mattered, all that existed.

Peter let go of his aching legs and pinched his tits and Neal came -- arching, riding, spread apart, keening. Peter rubbed his fingers over Neal’s nipples, red and sore, and Neal whimpered, leaning into it unabashedly while his cock emptied and his asshole massaged Peter's cock. Peter would fuck Neal until he passed out after Neal's cock was empty.

“I love you, baby,” Peter whispered.

This – precisely this moment – was the one when his soul would fly.


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