FIC: Spanking Eric (EM/EB, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Spanking Eric
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salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 3. Spanking
Word Count: 1346
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Continuing right where A Stranger's Eyes left off. If you're following this particular storyline, it's now 4 pieces, starting with Focus, then Steamed Up, then A Stranger's Eyes. You should read those first. Or not, since this is all just sheer naughtiness and porn.
Spanking Eric
"Let's see how much you like someone watching you get spanked," he'd said. "Pretend someone is watching you." "Slut."
And Eric had just taken it, rolled over for him, groaned. If Ewan's cock hadn't been hard enough before, it was like a rock now.
He'd been surprised to catch Eric wanking to the idea of someone watching; Ewan had honestly thought Eric was a bit disturbed about the voyeur in the gym. But now that Ewan thought about it, they were actors - of course Eric got off being watched. Why else would he be a performer? So it was a fairly flimsy excuse for a spanking, but it wasn't like they needed much of one anyway.
Really, with Eric this submissive, this much of a slut, it was all about what Ewan wanted. And what Ewan wanted was to spank Eric, just for the sheer joy of it.
Ewan stepped away from the bed, thinking. "Get up, slut," he said, and was pleased that Eric obeyed so readily. His limbs were still loose with satiation, eyes still a touch glazed. Ewan could fix that, though.
He made Eric kneel and opened the drawer next to the bed. He took out the collar and buckled it around Eric's throat, tight enough to feel it no matter what. "My pretty slut," he said, reaching up to run his fingers through Eric's hair. So pretty. So obedient. He spent some time looking over Eric's body, knowing now that it excited them both, making a slow circle. Commenting on the defined muscles, curves, and smooth planes, how much he loved the feeling of Eric's body under his hands. How much he loved Eric under him.
Ewan loved being under Eric, too, but this was not the time for mentioning it.
Going back to the drawer of toys, he had Eric hold his wrists over his head, eyes closed. Thick leather cuffs were efficiently wrapped and bucked around them, then attached to the ring at the front of Eric's collar. Hands pressed together, arms folded across his chest, prayer-like.
God knows Eric, naked and bound like this, was an answer to prayers Ewan hadn't even verbalized. All that muscle, all that skin, and those trusting dark eyes. All of Eric. All for Ewan. A gift.
As was that cock, growing noticeably more interested as Ewan watched. Harder. Hard. Ewan added a cock-ring to Eric's ensemble.
They didn't usually get out all the leather, all the restraints, but it was so fucking worth it when they did - Eric was gorgeous. He was gorgeous anyway, but he looked so wonderful, all bound like this.
"Up, on the bed," Ewan instructed, reaching out to help steady Eric. Eric knelt, uncertainly for a moment, looking over his shoulder at Ewan. Vulnerable in the most enticing way.
Ewan gave him what he hoped was a stern look – this was meant to be a punishment, right? "Bend over." He helped Eric lower his substantial bulk down to the mattress, weight on his knees and elbows and forehead.
Eric was already breathing hard. Ewan didn't have to tell him to spread his legs.
And then there it was, one of the nicest arses on the planet, waiting for his hand. Round and curved and Ewan just wanted to sink his teeth into it.
Soon.
He took a deep breath, to steady himself, and began to spank Eric. It went on and on, arrhythmic, unpredictable. Some smacks hard, some softer. Ewan's hand barely covering half a cheek per swat, taking some effort to cover all the available surface, every toned inch of it. Covering the same areas again and again, but the more he spanked, the more skin there seemed to be, still unspanked. The sheer size of Eric, all over, was like spanking a giant – challenging and exhilarating, and one hell of a turn-on.
When his hand got tired, Ewan switched to a broad paddle, liking the feel of it, the weight not unlike a tennis racket. He spanked Eric quite a bit more, until his arse was nice and red, fading to pink, fading to the white of skin that almost never saw the sun.
"You should see yourself," Ewan said. "Color like a peach, the blush, the stain on your skin... Abused flesh, ripe and open," he continued in a dreamy voice. "Gorgeous. Darker here," he said, dragging the edge of the paddle down Eric's crack, pushing it against his hole gently. "Want to split you open like a peach, right here. Juicy dark secrets. But I know them. Know your secrets..."
Ewan shivered. He could spank Eric all night and never get tired of it, watching the colors change, the muscles bunch and shift. Making Eric moan.
But of course he couldn't – he wasn't a sadist. Eric couldn't take it.
Neither could Ewan's cock.
He spanked Eric a few more times, bringing them both back to the present. Focusing. Trying to get himself under control.
He considered asking Eric if he'd learned his lesson, then decided he didn't care if Eric had learned anything - this was about what Ewan wanted.
And what Ewan wanted was staring right at him. That hole, clenching and relaxing, taunting him. Clearly aroused. Hungry. Ewan's mouth watered. He wanted nothing more than to lick that hole. Fuck it. Ravage it. He was torn for a moment, feeling like he shouldn't be "serving" Eric. But fuck, he was the dom in this scene; he could do whatever he bloody well wanted.
Ewan knelt down beside the bed. Eric let out a yelp as Ewan bit hard into his bum, feeling the muscle of his arsecheek firm, then relax as Ewan's teeth sank in, bruising. Ewan licked across the angry red skin, hot, burning, into Eric's crack. Nose and tongue made contact at the same moment, senses combining. "Musky" never quite sounded right, sweaty maybe, a bit bitter. But wonderful, with Eric moaning and panting, body tensed against the soft probing of Ewan's tongue as it had decidedly not been against the spanking.
Eric could stand a lot of pain. Pleasure undid him.
Both Eric's pain and pleasure undid Ewan.
Eric was making noises that sounded almost like sobs, steady "Ah, ah, ah," sounds. Ewan reached a hand to check, and of course Eric was hard enough to burst, precome dribbling from the head of his cock. Ewan had been smart to use the cock-ring.
Ewan tongued him a moment more, fondling Eric's balls as he decided he was too impatient to wait any longer. Shoving his clothes out of the way, he rubbed his face against Eric's arse, stubble scraping hypersensitive skin and getting a desperate moan in return.
As fast as humanly possible, he slicked up and pushed into Eric, shoving his larger body down into the mattress, demanding more flexibility, more submission. Fuck, it was good to be inside Eric, nice and hard and steady and damnit, this wasn't going to last very long but from the sounds Eric was making, that would be all right. Ewan had been hard since he'd walked in on Eric wanking, body all spread out like that. Tempting. Wanting. Ewan couldn't fucking wait any longer, the scent and taste and feel of Eric, of Eric's pain and submission and pleasure overwhelming him more than the mere sensations from his cock buried in that tight sheathe.
Feeling like a porn star, Ewan pulled out and ripped off the condom. Two strokes and he was shouting and coming, hot spatters all over Eric's reddened arse, marking him. White dollops on red.
"Fucking amazing," he gasped, and collapsed on top of Eric.
Eric whined. Whined, honestly – a funny sound from such a big guy. Ewan snickered.
Biting him lightly on the shoulder, Ewan got up. He rolled Eric over onto his back and unhooked his wrist-cuffs from the collar and sat down next to him.
Taking in Eric's desperation, the urgency in every line of his body, Ewan grinned. "Go on, slut. Wank until you come for me - I'm watching you now."
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 3. Spanking
Word Count: 1346
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Continuing right where A Stranger's Eyes left off. If you're following this particular storyline, it's now 4 pieces, starting with Focus, then Steamed Up, then A Stranger's Eyes. You should read those first. Or not, since this is all just sheer naughtiness and porn.
"Let's see how much you like someone watching you get spanked," he'd said. "Pretend someone is watching you." "Slut."
And Eric had just taken it, rolled over for him, groaned. If Ewan's cock hadn't been hard enough before, it was like a rock now.
He'd been surprised to catch Eric wanking to the idea of someone watching; Ewan had honestly thought Eric was a bit disturbed about the voyeur in the gym. But now that Ewan thought about it, they were actors - of course Eric got off being watched. Why else would he be a performer? So it was a fairly flimsy excuse for a spanking, but it wasn't like they needed much of one anyway.
Really, with Eric this submissive, this much of a slut, it was all about what Ewan wanted. And what Ewan wanted was to spank Eric, just for the sheer joy of it.
Ewan stepped away from the bed, thinking. "Get up, slut," he said, and was pleased that Eric obeyed so readily. His limbs were still loose with satiation, eyes still a touch glazed. Ewan could fix that, though.
He made Eric kneel and opened the drawer next to the bed. He took out the collar and buckled it around Eric's throat, tight enough to feel it no matter what. "My pretty slut," he said, reaching up to run his fingers through Eric's hair. So pretty. So obedient. He spent some time looking over Eric's body, knowing now that it excited them both, making a slow circle. Commenting on the defined muscles, curves, and smooth planes, how much he loved the feeling of Eric's body under his hands. How much he loved Eric under him.
Ewan loved being under Eric, too, but this was not the time for mentioning it.
Going back to the drawer of toys, he had Eric hold his wrists over his head, eyes closed. Thick leather cuffs were efficiently wrapped and bucked around them, then attached to the ring at the front of Eric's collar. Hands pressed together, arms folded across his chest, prayer-like.
God knows Eric, naked and bound like this, was an answer to prayers Ewan hadn't even verbalized. All that muscle, all that skin, and those trusting dark eyes. All of Eric. All for Ewan. A gift.
As was that cock, growing noticeably more interested as Ewan watched. Harder. Hard. Ewan added a cock-ring to Eric's ensemble.
They didn't usually get out all the leather, all the restraints, but it was so fucking worth it when they did - Eric was gorgeous. He was gorgeous anyway, but he looked so wonderful, all bound like this.
"Up, on the bed," Ewan instructed, reaching out to help steady Eric. Eric knelt, uncertainly for a moment, looking over his shoulder at Ewan. Vulnerable in the most enticing way.
Ewan gave him what he hoped was a stern look – this was meant to be a punishment, right? "Bend over." He helped Eric lower his substantial bulk down to the mattress, weight on his knees and elbows and forehead.
Eric was already breathing hard. Ewan didn't have to tell him to spread his legs.
And then there it was, one of the nicest arses on the planet, waiting for his hand. Round and curved and Ewan just wanted to sink his teeth into it.
Soon.
He took a deep breath, to steady himself, and began to spank Eric. It went on and on, arrhythmic, unpredictable. Some smacks hard, some softer. Ewan's hand barely covering half a cheek per swat, taking some effort to cover all the available surface, every toned inch of it. Covering the same areas again and again, but the more he spanked, the more skin there seemed to be, still unspanked. The sheer size of Eric, all over, was like spanking a giant – challenging and exhilarating, and one hell of a turn-on.
When his hand got tired, Ewan switched to a broad paddle, liking the feel of it, the weight not unlike a tennis racket. He spanked Eric quite a bit more, until his arse was nice and red, fading to pink, fading to the white of skin that almost never saw the sun.
"You should see yourself," Ewan said. "Color like a peach, the blush, the stain on your skin... Abused flesh, ripe and open," he continued in a dreamy voice. "Gorgeous. Darker here," he said, dragging the edge of the paddle down Eric's crack, pushing it against his hole gently. "Want to split you open like a peach, right here. Juicy dark secrets. But I know them. Know your secrets..."
Ewan shivered. He could spank Eric all night and never get tired of it, watching the colors change, the muscles bunch and shift. Making Eric moan.
But of course he couldn't – he wasn't a sadist. Eric couldn't take it.
Neither could Ewan's cock.
He spanked Eric a few more times, bringing them both back to the present. Focusing. Trying to get himself under control.
He considered asking Eric if he'd learned his lesson, then decided he didn't care if Eric had learned anything - this was about what Ewan wanted.
And what Ewan wanted was staring right at him. That hole, clenching and relaxing, taunting him. Clearly aroused. Hungry. Ewan's mouth watered. He wanted nothing more than to lick that hole. Fuck it. Ravage it. He was torn for a moment, feeling like he shouldn't be "serving" Eric. But fuck, he was the dom in this scene; he could do whatever he bloody well wanted.
Ewan knelt down beside the bed. Eric let out a yelp as Ewan bit hard into his bum, feeling the muscle of his arsecheek firm, then relax as Ewan's teeth sank in, bruising. Ewan licked across the angry red skin, hot, burning, into Eric's crack. Nose and tongue made contact at the same moment, senses combining. "Musky" never quite sounded right, sweaty maybe, a bit bitter. But wonderful, with Eric moaning and panting, body tensed against the soft probing of Ewan's tongue as it had decidedly not been against the spanking.
Eric could stand a lot of pain. Pleasure undid him.
Both Eric's pain and pleasure undid Ewan.
Eric was making noises that sounded almost like sobs, steady "Ah, ah, ah," sounds. Ewan reached a hand to check, and of course Eric was hard enough to burst, precome dribbling from the head of his cock. Ewan had been smart to use the cock-ring.
Ewan tongued him a moment more, fondling Eric's balls as he decided he was too impatient to wait any longer. Shoving his clothes out of the way, he rubbed his face against Eric's arse, stubble scraping hypersensitive skin and getting a desperate moan in return.
As fast as humanly possible, he slicked up and pushed into Eric, shoving his larger body down into the mattress, demanding more flexibility, more submission. Fuck, it was good to be inside Eric, nice and hard and steady and damnit, this wasn't going to last very long but from the sounds Eric was making, that would be all right. Ewan had been hard since he'd walked in on Eric wanking, body all spread out like that. Tempting. Wanting. Ewan couldn't fucking wait any longer, the scent and taste and feel of Eric, of Eric's pain and submission and pleasure overwhelming him more than the mere sensations from his cock buried in that tight sheathe.
Feeling like a porn star, Ewan pulled out and ripped off the condom. Two strokes and he was shouting and coming, hot spatters all over Eric's reddened arse, marking him. White dollops on red.
"Fucking amazing," he gasped, and collapsed on top of Eric.
Eric whined. Whined, honestly – a funny sound from such a big guy. Ewan snickered.
Biting him lightly on the shoulder, Ewan got up. He rolled Eric over onto his back and unhooked his wrist-cuffs from the collar and sat down next to him.
Taking in Eric's desperation, the urgency in every line of his body, Ewan grinned. "Go on, slut. Wank until you come for me - I'm watching you now."
