All Night Long

[jooles34]

Title: All Night Long
Fandom: Primeval
Word Count: 2050
Rating: 18
Characters: Danny/Lester
Disclaimer: Not ours, we're just playing and won't make a penny out of them. We'll put them back when we're finished, honest!
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lester has some evil plans for Danny . . .!
A/N: This is the completed version of the tag-team comment porn lukadreaming and I wrote at the 500th member party over at primeval_denial

Danny strained to push his aching cock closer to Lester’s frustratingly delicate touch, but the restraints had him very effectively immobilised.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” he growled.

Lester grinned devilishly at him.

“Oh, I can keep this up all night. And I’m going to make sure you do too.”

"You're a bloody tease, Lester!"

Lester settled back and unzipped his trousers, releasing his cock. Danny groaned . . . Fuck, that was so bloody hot, his straight-laced lover looking thoroughly debauched with his trousers open and hard cock poking out.

Lester gripped his own cock and began to stroke it lazily, keeping his eyes focused on Danny and his reactions.

Danny's eyes never left Lester's hand, watching it as worked over the velvety skin of his erection. Lester ran his thumb over his slit, picking up drops of pre-come, before releasing himself and lifting his thumb to his mouth. Danny groaned again watching as Lester revelled in his own taste.

"You'd like this in that smart mouth of yours, wouldn't you, Quinn? It's the only time you're quiet when you have my cock down your throat. . ."

Danny groaned again. In this sort of mood, Lester would taunt him all night. If he was particularly unlucky, the civil servant would fuck his arse but forbid him to come.

Danny yanked uselessly at his restraints again. "Just get the fuck on with it," he groused, hoping to push Lester into action.

It worked.

Lester reached behind him and pulled out a large, thick butt plug. "Now, just remind me; this is the one that you hate because it's just too big? I have got that right now haven't I?”

Bastard! Then he realised he'd said the word aloud . . .

Lester quirked an eyebrow at him. "Not nice, Quinn, not nice at all."

Danny swore under his breath. He hated that butt plug so fucking much. The bloody thing was unnaturally wide and stretched his arse almost unbearably. It required lots of patience and lube to get it inside him.

And he knew, instinctively, that he'd get neither of those tonight from Lester.

Lester leant forward. "Open." he said.

"Wha...?" Danny started, but was cut off when Lester pushed the tip of the plug into his mouth.

"Unless you want it dry, I'd start sucking if I were you."

For a split second, Danny was about to turn his head away and to tell Lester to stop fucking about. But he opened his mouth and engulfed as much of the plug as he could, trying to summon saliva from his dry mouth to lubricate it as much as possible.

"Come on, Quinn, you can do better than that." Lester punctuated the words with deep jabs.

Danny felt as if his jaw would crack, as his mouth stretched around the silicone. If Lester didn't stop jabbing the fucking thing deep, he'd choke on it as well. He couldn't help a moan of gratitude slipping out as Lester yanked the plug from his mouth.

It was short-lived, though. Lester inspected the plug and raised his eyebrows. "I think you'll be sorry you didn't make a better job of that, Quinn."

Danny's stomach clenched and his stiff cock twitched in spite of himself.

Lester gazed at Danny around the plug.

"Your choice. Take it as it is and I will definitely let you come tonight, or ask to add lube and I probably won't." He started to stroke his own cock again as he spoke. Danny glared at him.

"Well?" Lester delicately traced a finger around the plug's girth.

"You know what I want. . ."

"I believe I do, but I want to hear you say it."

"As it is." Danny ground the words out reluctantly, hating himself for saying them.

"Very good, Quinn."

Danny growled and let his head fall back onto the bed, wishing Lester's smug tone didn't have the effect on him that it did, and wishing that his cock wasn't quite so hard, leaking quite so much, and displaying his need for the other man quite so fully.

Lester moved forward and Danny felt a hand trace a disconcertingly gentle path up his thigh. He shivered and tried to relax into the touch.

Then he felt the blunt tip of the plug press against his arse and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Fuck, he hated this so fucking much! Danny knew he was whimpering and begging Lester.

"Oh, surely not, Quinn? Surely you don't want me to stop? I mean, we've only just started. I mean to have this fine arse of yours all night and I want it all open and ready for me to fuck."

Danny thrashed around, tugging at the restraints. He'd broken his arm, dislocated his shoulder blade twice, but neither had hurt as much as this . . .

Lester's voice in his ear was silky: "Very good, Quinn. I'd say there's three inches of the plug inside you now."

Three inches? Fuck! That was barely the tip.

The restraints stubbornly held him fast; Lester's skill with a knot was as well hidden under his suit as his apparent skills at torture.

The plug pushing into Danny's body burned as his skin and muscle stretched to fit it in.

As he continued to thrash and beg for relief from the intrusion, and as he continued to be ignored, he kept thinking about how much he was hating this and how much he wanted it to be over.

So why then was his cock so hard and so desperate to be touched?

Danny was suddenly aware that Lester was saying something. And he realised that the almost unbearable pain had eased slightly. Instead of the relentless pressure of Lester forcing the plug inside him, it was now the constant ache of being stretched too wide by the intruder.

"Very good, Quinn. . . It's all the way in. And I see you're enjoying it, despite what you might pretend. Now, I wonder, shall I leave you there so I can enjoy the show a little longer, or give you one chance to come when my cock is inside your arse?"

Danny let out something that sounded half like a groan and half a whimper.

"I'm sorry Quinn, I didn't quite catch that."

"Fuck you," he spat back.

"Now, I don't believe that was one of the options I was offering was it?" He tapped the end of the plug and Danny felt a dozen nerve endings sparking inside his body, making his back arch. "Or maybe I should make you come using this and then fuck you when you're limp and spent. Are you any more capable of forming an answer yet?"

Danny closed his eyes and turned away. Fuck Lester! The bastard wasn't going to make him beg. His eyes flew up suddenly when a strange buzzing sound started and he howled out as something caused the plug inside him to vibrate.

"Clever little gadget, this," said Lester conversationally. "I'm sure young Mr Temple would love to see it in action. He was most helpful when I said I needed it put together. So, Quinn, do you have an answer for me?"

Danny wasn't sure he could form coherent words. The sensations from whatever it was that was vibrating was pressing the plug even further into him and causing intense pressure against his prostate. He knew, though, that if he came, Lester would be seriously displeased. And whatever revenge he concocted would be long drawn-out and unbearable.

"Fuck me. . ." he croaked.

It was like a light switch had been flicked. Lester's demeanour changed immediately, a look of hunger darkening his eyes and Danny was certain that the other man's breath even caught a little.

Lester swiped at his tie, loosening it, along with one top button. Danny drank in the sight of the cracks starting to appear finally in that perfect exterior.

Then he felt light fingers brush over his arse and he gritted his teeth against the pressure flooding his body again as Lester tugged on the vibrating plug.

And it was like Danny's overloaded senses went into meltdown. He howled loudly at the sudden feeling of emptiness as the plug was dragged from his aching body. And then Lester, still half-dressed – an incredibly erotic sight to Danny – thrust his cock into Danny's unresisting arse.

"Oh yes, Quinn . . . I said I'd open you up and get you ready for me. And you're wide open now. Perhaps we should see if my hand will fit inside you a little later."

Danny was aware that his response was incoherent, but was beyond caring. Lester leant back and quickly released Danny's ankles from their bonds. Danny's body was beyond responding to anything he asked of it and he was unresisting as Lester grabbed him under his knees and pushed his legs back against his chest.

Danny was fairly sure an unbidden "fuck yes, please" escaped his lips as Lester moved to grip his hips tightly, pushing his cock deeper into his open, willing body, pumping in hard and fast.

Lester's voice was hoarse, and sweat was forming on his brow. "This is your chance, Quinn. You come now while I'm fucking you, or you don't come at all. And you'll spend the night with your hands tied and with that plug back up your arse, just in case you get any ideas . . ."

The obscenities sounded so bloody horny dropping from Lester's lips. Danny played them over and over in his head as he tried to bring himself to climax. He rarely came from being fucked hard up the arse, as Lester well knew.

He concentrated on the feelings thrumming through his body trying to push himself over the edge knowing this was his only chance.

Lester was looking down at him as Danny tossed his head from side to side, his whole body straining for release. And it was like the bastard decided to make it worse, knowing how Danny felt about him talking like that.

"You feel so good under me, Quinn. Open, but hot and tight. And your cock so red and needy. Leaking, begging to be touched, desperate to come. And you sound so good. Eager and wanting. I like it when you beg, when you beg for me to fuck you."

He stilled suddenly. "Will you beg me now?"

And the words poured from Danny in a torrent . . . "Oh fuck, James, you know I love it when you talk so fucking dirty and when your cock is up my arse . . . Please. I want you to fuck me and I want you to make me come. Please."

And then Lester smiled wolfishly down at him, embedding his cock to the hilt in Danny's twitching arse and brushing his hand across the straining cock.

"Is this what you want, Quinn?"

"Fuck, yes please."

"Oh, you are pretty when you beg."

Lester wrapped his hand fully around Danny's dick, fingers tight around the shaft. He tugged sharply twice, his hand slipping over the head slick with pre-come and snapped his hips forward. It was all it took to send Danny hurtling over the edge.

Danny shouted and bucked his hips, trying to push up into Lester's hand while at the same time push himself harder onto the cock in his arse. Words spilt from his lips in an incoherent jumble as come shot across his stomach.

Lester swiped two fingers through Danny's come and lifted them to Danny's lips, pushing them into his mouth. Danny sucked greedily on the digits as his body shuddered through the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm, and with an intensity that tore a harsh cry from him, Lester came, pulsing into Danny's pliant body.

The only sound in the room for a minute or so was the sound of their breathing slowing and evening out. Then Danny winced as Lester pulled free from his body and then reached up to release his wrists.

"Fuck, James, you'll kill us both. . ."

Lester grinned, pinching Danny's nipples and quirking an eyebrow at the sharp intake of breath this produced. "Then we shall go in style. And don't get too comfortable, Quinn . . . I've plenty more planned for you tonight."

Danny shivered. He knew what the correct response was. "Yes sir. Thank you, sir."