jooles34 | Holding Back

Title: Holding Back
Fandom: Misfits
Characters: Simon/Nathan
Words: 374
Rating/warnings: 18 - breathplay
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Misfits.
Spoilers: None.
AN: Comment fic written for Mistfits kink stream.

Nathan isn’t a great one for thinking and now he’s thinking that’s for the best. If he started thinking then he might start to wonder how he came to be here and in this position.

The position in question is flat on his back, naked, with Simon’s hands wrapped around his throat. Simon squeezes, slowly applying more and more pressure. Nathan’s body starts to fight, bucking and thrusting up, but that little Simon is deceptively strong. There’s no stopping him when he started.

All the bucking serves to do is push Simon’s cock deeper into his arse. Not much of a problem, it turns out he likes having it there. Pounding away, pushing in deeper and harder, hitting that one spot that made him groan in ways even he hadn’t know he could.

His own cock is trapped between their naked stomachs; their combined sweat and his pre-come meaning that the sensations are fucking spectacular but there’s not enough friction to get what he really wants.

He’s almost surprised when Simon’s hands start to clench a little tighter. He’s really choking him now. Nathan fights for air that can’t possibly get into his lungs. He fights to get the friction his cock so desperately needs and Simon pounds him relentlessly.

Nathan’s back arches without him telling it to and his head tips back, exposing more of his throat to Simon. If he could breathe he would cry out, but he can’t and just before the blackness carries him away his body spasms with his orgasm, hips jerking up to meet Simon’s, come spilling between their bodies as his mind floats away.

Simon sees Nathan’s eyes flutter and roll back in his head as he feels the other man’s orgasm. It’s all he needs and with a couple of sharp, hard thrusts he’s coming into Nathan’s prone, limp, unresponding, unconscious body.

Simon releases Nathan’s neck and collapses down onto his chest as Nathan’s automatic reflexes kick in and he gasps for air. Simon knows from experience that he’ll come round soon and it will all be business as usual again.

Until the next time.

And each time Simon wonders if he’ll be able to hold himself back from taking Nathan all the way to oblivion.