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| A Master Calls; James/Lars. SMUT. oneshot. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: July 1, 2011, 8:58 am (1,016 Views) | |
| Lalena | July 1, 2011, 8:58 am Post #1 |
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Frantic
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Set in 1999-2000; Domination/submission. This is my third fiction and I hope it's not to bad to read, criticism is always welcome; otherwise ENJOY. The humidity of the night was suffocating. He inhaled the stale air deeply while a thin layer of sweat appeared on his heated skin. A single drop slid down his neck, collarbone, and chest. He imagined the piercing blue of his eyes; the soul-wrenching rumble of his low, unconcerned voice; the texture of his soft, blonde hair under his fingers; the burning feeling of his warm, wide hands running up his body. He was truly a drug: he was left hopeless and addicted to him. The lock clicked, the clunk of his boots on the floorboards sent chills up his spine. His sweaty thighs began to ache with need for him already, the room thundering with silent desire. “Were you waiting for me, baby?” The low croak of his growling tone resonated delightfully in his chest, his shining eyes sliding down his body, absorbing his image; The fact of this made his heart skip a beat. He gave him a single, subservient nod, his heartbeat racing as he anticipated what he was going to do to him. A glint of pride shone in his cloudy, lust filled expression; A hint of nervous anxiety pulsed through him. He grasped suddenly, as he felt his fingers trailed to brush his hair away from his neck; his lips collided with the exposed skin. He wanted so to express his deep appreciation more wholly, but he knew better. He bit his lip instead, breathing heavily, begging James silently to satisfy him. James grunted against his soft skin. He shuddered. James used his free hand to grip his hair at the base of his scalp and force his head upward so their eyes locked, his face was stern but lustful; and he smiled submissively under his stiff grasp, gazing directly into his hypnotizing eyes. James' deft, nimble fingers—so muscular from all the instruments he plays—toyed slyly up his hips until he was able to wrap his hands entirely around his backside. He rapped his blunt, chewed down fingernails down his back; as teeth sunk into flesh, the biting sting seemed to be felt throughout his entire nervous system. He removed his mouth from his neck, he gave him a teasing glare, staring down at him warningly. His fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders as he looked up at him, who was standing above; he tried not to allow his heart to leap through his chest and drench them all in his overflowing desire, but it was difficult. His thighs trembled as James parted them with a strong leg, an excited smirk across his face. “I got you something” His breath hitching in his throat, his eyes shining with adoration. He blinked up at him, feeling his love for him swelling inside his tight chest. He moved away from him; watching as he bent to shuffle through his numerous deep pockets, and when he had found what he was hunting for he inched his hand into view; a single piece of black material twisted around his fingers. “Oh God” He moaned without thinking, His mind drifted, and he grew harder and more flushed with every passing moment. James reached out for him, and already the intensity of his touch made him flinch; black clouding his vision. He felt his palms slide up his legs and all the way up his waist, he clutched his hands tightly, and pulled him gruffly to from his feet. Legs reached around James' hips placing his hands on James' shoulders to steady him as he walked; He whimpered a second later as James' warm embrace left him lying on the bed, alone. The pain melded curiously with the powerful heat of their lust; his wrists bound by thick leather straps. “We have gone through this before, haven’t we?” he asked him gently as he reached around to fasten the buckle. His lips tightened in a suggestive smile “Yes, Master.” He never minded submitting to his incredible control, when James wanted to dominate him; he allowed him to, because he loved him. He loved it when he dominated him, and he could not entirely explain why, but it was an intensely intimate interaction that made them both so happy, and he could not ask for more than that. This was sure to be a fantastic anniversary. |
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| Isis | July 1, 2011, 3:18 pm Post #2 |
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TEA + CUDDLES
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UNF Man. Man. This just made my birthday weekend. LOVELY fiction hon, great work! Very hot... I mean, 99, 00 them? FUCK YES. Not enough fics in that era. And wait, this is your third fic EVER? FFFF awesome work! I'm looking forward to more! Thanks for this.
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| ForeverHetfield94 <3 | July 1, 2011, 10:18 pm Post #3 |
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You see but you do not observe
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No. Words. Except... that was amazing!
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| Olyamet | July 3, 2011, 11:13 am Post #4 |
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Jäger.....
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Awesome!
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And wait, this is your third fic EVER? FFFF awesome work! I'm looking forward to more!


4:49 AM Jul 11