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jooles34Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 1,419 this chapter, approx 40,000 for the series.
Rating, Warnings: 18. The whole series is about a Dom/switch/sub relationship and contains various BDSM themes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely
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lukadreaming for a great beta and to lsellersfic for my fabulous artwork. AN2: Chapter one here. Previous chapter here
Connor groaned when his alarm went off and he groped around to find his phone and to stop it making that awful noise. He roused a little more and was disorientated for a moment before realising that he was in his room. The night before came back to him and he allowed himself a stretch before slipping out of bed.
He used the bathroom off the main hallway before heading to the master bedroom. Becker was lying on his front and Connor could see a mass of red welts down the back of his body. He spotted the discarded flogger and belt on the floor, left where they had been dropped, and winced. He know too well the effects, both pleasure and pain, of both.
Connor climbed onto the bed next to Becker, effectively sandwiching him between himself and Lester. He slipped an arm across his body, along the line of the kidneys and where no blows had fallen. He snuggled his face into Becker's neck and started to kiss him gently. He felt Becker begin to stir under him and he looked up as Lester's hand threaded into his hair.
"Good morning, pet," Lester said.
"Morning." He flashed a questioning look at Lester above Becker's face and received a brief nod in response.
"I want to see you fuck."
Becker's mumbled comment took them both by surprise and they looked down at him.
"Given that you don't even have your eyes open I have trouble believing your whole heart is in that request," Lester said.
Becker smiled lazily. "Give me something to watch and I'll open them. I want to see you both come today. And I don't want to have to move enough even for one of Connor's usual spectacular morning blowjobs."
"The last time I checked, Becker, it's me that makes the decisions and decides who is doing what to who around here."
"Are you saying you don't want to bury yourself in Connor's tight little arse and start the day by fucking him till he’s dry?" Becker countered, not even bothering to mask his grin or open his eyes. Connor couldn’t help but stiffen at his words and he watched as Becker moved one hand down in front of his body to grab Lester's cock.
"Anyone would think you were being insubordinate on purpose to earn yourself another punishment, Becker."
Becker winced slightly and pushed his face into the pillow. "Not for a while, thank you very much."
Lester looked at Connor again. "Well, pet, if nothing else the good captain here does make a valid point; it would indeed be a pleasant way to start the day. So go and get some lube and get your arse here for me."
Connor scrambled off the bed again and Lester eased himself back from Becker. Connor grabbed some lube and climbed in between them. Lester positioned Connor on his side so he was facing Becker and took the lube from him. He pushed one of Connor's legs up and proceeded to prepare him without preamble.
Connor started to make little needy sounds as Lester stretched him and Becker opened his eyes to look at him. They locked gazes and Connor saw what he thought was a flash of gratitude in his eyes.
"Can I touch him, sir? Make him come as you fuck him?" Becker asked.
Lester didn't answer straight away. He removed his fingers from Connor's arse and lined himself up. He pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle as Connor gasped through the sensation. He stilled for a second, before starting to push deeper in, each gentle thrust forwards seating himself further inside Connor's body. Connor uttered a little needy whimper with each movement, groaning deeper as Lester gave a final thrust to push himself fully inside.
"You may touch him now."
Becker reached out and took hold of Connor's erection and started to stroke it slowly, his movements matching those of Lester's. Connor bent himself at the waist and closed the small gap between him and Becker, claiming his lips in a kiss. Lester had his top hand gripping into Connor's hip and he now brought his other arm between them to hold Connor's shoulder.
Lester continued to move slowly inside Connor, building up a steady rhythm, as Becker matched him, the two of them speeding up and slowing down in unison. Connor's body was responding, his hips moving forwards into Becker’s hand and back to push himself further against Lester. Connor and Lester were both panting as Becker watched them.
"Are you ready to come, boy?" Lester asked.
"Oh god, yes," Connor replied.
"Come for me, pet, come for me."
Becker added a twist to his wrist and Connor's body stuttered, unloading come onto Becker's hand. Connor was panting, his body still clenching around Lester when Lester came too, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
Becker raised his hand to Connor's lips and Connor dutifully licked him clean. Becker caught his eye. "You really are a good boy, pretty boy."
Connor beamed back at him before slipping into a gasp as Lester eased himself out of his body.
“When you too are quite done making moon eyes at each other, I want Connor on his back. It’s time to be marked. And then we get ready for work.”
“I can’t go to work today,” Becker said to Lester over Connor’s turned body.
“Why ever not?”
“Look at me, James! What you did to me. How I am I supposed to work like this?”
“I find carefully works.”
Lester swatted Connor’s thigh for his flippancy.
“What Connor is trying to say, Becker, is that part of the punishment is dealing with the consequences, however long as they may last. Now quiet, both of you.”
Lester sat up and put a hand flat on Connor’s stomach. He leant forwards and swiftly bit onto Connor’s hip bone. Connor gasped and arched off the bed as far as he could while he was held in place. Lester applied pressure to the spot with his teeth and sucked the thin skin into his mouth.
Satisfied that Connor had a mark that he would feel and that would last a couple of days, Lester sat up again and climbed off the bed. “I’m going to shower; you two will be after me.”
When he was gone Connor rolled back onto his side and looked at Becker. He could see genuine fear in his eyes. He traced a finger down Becker’s back, making him hiss.
“You’ll learn to like it. Each movement, every brush of clothing against your body, every time you go to sit and the pain is so sharp it makes you gasp, will remind you. It won’t feel like hurting, it will feel like being loved. It will make you remember how good it felt at the time and how lucky you are to have someone to do that for you.”
“Is that what it feels like for you, Conn? Is that why you used to let us do it? Let us hurt you?”
Connor laughed. “You want to have this conversation now? After all these months? Don’t over-analyse, Becks. Last night felt right, yeah? It felt right with James? James knows what is best for us, what we need and when. Let him be the one that worries about it. All you have to do is enjoy.”
Becker made a dismissive noise, but didn’t argue any further. Connor smiled and leant forwards, pressing a kiss to Becker’s mouth. “Let me look after you today. I’ll help you in the shower, put more cream on you and help you dress. And at any time today, if you need reminding why, I’ll be there for you.”
Becker kissed him in response, a kiss that lingered and continued languidly until Lester’s voice drew them back.
“I’m quite certain your boss will not approve if you are both late for work because you were too busy kissing to get up.”
Connor and Becker pulled apart, smiling. Connor climbed off the bed and moved to help Becker up. Lester caught Connor’s eye over Becker’s body and he raised a questioning eyebrow. Connor gave a slight nod of his head, reassuring the other man that all was well, before walking a stiff and sore Becker towards the shower.
Connor kept his face steadily neutral, but his mind whirled, the ease of which the words had fallen from him causing a heavy ache in his chest.
