Laced Up

[jooles34]

Title: Laced Up
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Ryan
Words: 894
Rating, Warnings: 18. Breathplay
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: *squints at pairing* Unlikely
AN: Hugs and thanks to lukadreaming for a speedy beta.
AN2: Written for morrigans_eve for her prompt 'corset'

 

Ryan paced the kitchen, swigging from a bottle of beer every few seconds. It had been a bastard of a day; two anomaly shouts, no injuries but too many near misses. And dammit, if those fucking scientists didn’t start listening to him soon he would shoot them himself.

He was pumped on adrenaline, frustrated and bloody horny. His intention had been to throw Becker up against the wall as soon as they stepped through the front door, pin him there and fuck him till they were both screaming.

But Becker had asked him to wait; said he had a surprise for him. And, as desperate for a fuck as he was, Ryan had learnt long ago that Becker’s surprises were worth waiting for and so he was trying to practise patience. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait, though.

Just then Becker’s voice came down the stairs saying that he was ready. Ryan slammed the beer down on the counter and raced upstairs.

In the middle of the bed, kneeling up, looking at him expectantly, was Becker. He was naked except for a straight-topped, black, under-bust corset. His cock was hard and jutted out from his body, framed by the long corset.

It took all of Ryan’s self self-control not to let himself drool, so he settled on releasing a small growl instead.

“Fuck, you look hot. Turn around, bend over and grip the headboard. If I were you I’d hold on tight.” 

Becker’s eyes widened and he moved quickly to comply.

Ryan climbed onto the bed behind him, pulling at his belt and undoing his trousers.

“I hope you had the good sense to lube yourself already because I am not prepared to waste any more time before I fuck you.”

Becker groaned in front of him and Ryan spread Becker’s cheeks apart to reveal the waiting hole, stretched and glistening with lube. Ryan felt himself growl again and he released Becker with one hand, reaching down to fist his cock.

“Just as well for you.”

“I always remember my seven Ps,” Becker bit back.

Ryan gave a throaty laugh and pushed the tip of his cock against Becker’s arse.

“There’ll be nothing piss-poor about this performance, I promise you.” He pushed the head of his cock past the first ring of muscle before stilling himself. He moved his hands up Becker’s body, running them over the corset. He could feel Becker's sides pushing against the material and metal bones as he tried to breathe within the confines of the corset.

Ryan pushed himself in further, groaning at the sensations and feeling Becker’s own moan rumble through his body. Ryan used his hips to push himself deeper inside Becker, the other man pushing back against him, braced on the bed frame. He moved his hands to where the cord was knotted in the middle of the corset. He tugged at the knot and managed to undo it, despite the very distracting feeling of Becker clenching around his cock. He kept a tight grip on the ends, keeping the cord as taut as he could.

Now fully seated in Becker, Ryan kept his body still and tried to focus on what he was doing. He untangled the cords, wrapping one around each hand.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed Becker.

“What?” Becker responded, sounding distracted.

“I said, take a deep breath,” Ryan repeated through gritted teeth, his resolve threatening to shatter.

He felt Becker fill his lungs and then he moved. He thrust forwards hard with his hips, while simultaneously pulling back sharply on the cords that bound the corset. Becker gasped beneath him, his body rocking forward and chest pulling back at the same time. Ryan swore and repeated the manoeuvre, pulling a whimper from Becker this time.

Ryan kept the tension tight on the cords and fucked into Becker’s body relentlessly. Becker was panting heavily beneath him and his knuckles were white where he was gripping the bed frame. Ryan tugged on the cords again, the flesh of his hands striping red and white. Becker let out a sound that was half gasp and half groan and his body seemed to losen as he surrendered to the sensations and the loss of breath in his lungs.

Becker’s breathing was shallowing and Ryan could feel his orgasm approaching. He tugged hard on the cords once more and Becker’s body convulsed beneath him in silent orgasm. Ryan watched Becker’s arms sag and suddenly he was holding Becker’s weight supported in the corset. Becker’s body continued to move and his arse tightened around Ryan’s cock. Ryan cried out as his orgasm hit him hard.

He pushed deeply into Becker’s pliant body, emptying himself as he kept Becker’s body suspended in front of him. Then the power went from his arms and Ryan released Becker, who fell to the bed, rolling onto his back. Ryan tried to keep himself focused for just a few moments more. He leant over and spread his hands over the front of the corset. Squeezing in with his fingers he used his thumbs to push down next to the clasps and quickly had the corset undone. Becker heaved in a breath and Ryan finally collapsed next to him, panting.

“Bloody hell,” Ryan said, “you’re going to be the bloody death of me.” 

Becker grinned back at him. “You’re welcome.”

 

 

*Note: The seven Ps are an army saying that leaks into some civvie areas: Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance.