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withimpunityTitle: Between a Gasp and a Whisper
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Day 41 "whisper"
Words: 499
" The word comes out like a gasp, or a strained whisper, as Nathan's fingers close around Peter's throat and press hard against his trachea. Worry shadows Nathan's face, but he knows this is exactly what Pete wants when his back arches and Pete grinds back against him, pulling him in deeper.
"More," the whisper spills from his lips like a secret that only they know about, and Nathan uses the tight grip he has around Peter's throat as leverage as he fucks him, teeth digging sharply into his bottom lip as Peter's muscles clench around him and he has to fight not to come.
He repositions his fingers around Peter's throat as Peter slams back against him, fucking himself on Nathan's cock, using his body to beg for more, tighter, harder, please Nathan, I need it. Nathan trembles as his hands squeeze tighter, not just screwing around anymore, actually choking his brother, preventing any air from getting to his lungs. He can't hear the moan that doesn't escape Peter's lips, but can feel the vibrations reverberate through his body. He doesn't understand why Peter needs this, but when has that ever stopped him? He's always given Peter whatever he needs; he's not about to stop now.
"Please, Nathan," Peter whispers, stroking himself with short, erratic motions as Nathan's skin slaps against his, fucking him hard and raw, fingers pressing harder and tighter into his throat, bruising his skin. Peter's body tingles with that familiar rush, and his cock throbs and twitches in his hand as Nathan rams the spot inside of him that makes him want to scream. He can't scream, though. He can't breathe. White spots dance in front of Peter's eyes as his mouth falls open and his body trembles as come spills between his fingers; only the ghost of a whisper escapes his lips.
Nathan sees blinding white behind his eyes when he comes; Peter only sees darkness.
"I love you," Nathan whispers, blinking through wet eyelashes as he holds Peter against his chest and waits. "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you."
"I love you too," Peter whispers, his voice hoarse and raspy when he finally comes to. He lets Nathan hold him and try to kiss away the four finger-shaped bruises on each side of his throat. He lets him murmur apologies, and beg for forgiveness, like it's all his fault. He won't remind Nathan that he's invincible, that he can't hurt him no matter what he does, or that the bruises won't be there in the morning. No, Peter likes hearing Nathan tell him he loves him too much. If Nathan found out that was the reason for all this, he probably wouldn't agree to it anymore, so Peter doesn't say a word. He just lets Nathan's beautiful whispers fill his head as he takes a deep breath and falls asleep.
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Day 41 "whisper"
Words: 499
" The word comes out like a gasp, or a strained whisper, as Nathan's fingers close around Peter's throat and press hard against his trachea. Worry shadows Nathan's face, but he knows this is exactly what Pete wants when his back arches and Pete grinds back against him, pulling him in deeper.
"More," the whisper spills from his lips like a secret that only they know about, and Nathan uses the tight grip he has around Peter's throat as leverage as he fucks him, teeth digging sharply into his bottom lip as Peter's muscles clench around him and he has to fight not to come.
He repositions his fingers around Peter's throat as Peter slams back against him, fucking himself on Nathan's cock, using his body to beg for more, tighter, harder, please Nathan, I need it. Nathan trembles as his hands squeeze tighter, not just screwing around anymore, actually choking his brother, preventing any air from getting to his lungs. He can't hear the moan that doesn't escape Peter's lips, but can feel the vibrations reverberate through his body. He doesn't understand why Peter needs this, but when has that ever stopped him? He's always given Peter whatever he needs; he's not about to stop now.
"Please, Nathan," Peter whispers, stroking himself with short, erratic motions as Nathan's skin slaps against his, fucking him hard and raw, fingers pressing harder and tighter into his throat, bruising his skin. Peter's body tingles with that familiar rush, and his cock throbs and twitches in his hand as Nathan rams the spot inside of him that makes him want to scream. He can't scream, though. He can't breathe. White spots dance in front of Peter's eyes as his mouth falls open and his body trembles as come spills between his fingers; only the ghost of a whisper escapes his lips.
Nathan sees blinding white behind his eyes when he comes; Peter only sees darkness.
"I love you," Nathan whispers, blinking through wet eyelashes as he holds Peter against his chest and waits. "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you."
"I love you too," Peter whispers, his voice hoarse and raspy when he finally comes to. He lets Nathan hold him and try to kiss away the four finger-shaped bruises on each side of his throat. He lets him murmur apologies, and beg for forgiveness, like it's all his fault. He won't remind Nathan that he's invincible, that he can't hurt him no matter what he does, or that the bruises won't be there in the morning. No, Peter likes hearing Nathan tell him he loves him too much. If Nathan found out that was the reason for all this, he probably wouldn't agree to it anymore, so Peter doesn't say a word. He just lets Nathan's beautiful whispers fill his head as he takes a deep breath and falls asleep.