FIC: Too Much (EM/EB, NC-17), for 50kinkyways

[salixbabylon]

Title: Too Much
Author: salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 19. Handcuffs
Word Count: 527
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Sometimes things just go a little too far...


Too Much

Eric's on the floor, sweating and drooling around the rubber ball in his mouth. Something about it pushes Ewan's buttons; it's "too much," too submissive, wrong. At the same time something about it is making Ewan's cock throb and adrenaline flush through his body in a dangerous way. Dangerous because he's the dom here and he's supposed to be in control and he's about to fucking lose it.

He shouldn't have put the "real" steel handcuffs on Eric. They're not safe, not really. Not for Eric's wrists. And not for Ewan's sanity.

Sub headspace is something he's familiar with and loves relaxing and releasing himself into. Dom headspace, though, is risky because he has to stay grounded, give Eric the experience he's looking for, watch out for Eric's boundaries and his physical safety... and those cuffs rattling around Eric's wrists are making Ewan just want to fucking tear Eric apart.

He has to unbuckle the gag and ease the ball out of Eric's mouth. Not to give Eric a reprieve, but to give himself one.

And he's been teasing Eric's cock for a long while now, too. Eric's not protesting but Ewan knows the skin's got to be hypersensitive and almost a bit sore by now. Riding the edge of stimulation between pain and pleasure. Leaking and aching and only holding back from coming through sheer will.

Ewan stops.

Maybe he'll have Eric suck his cock. Get him off, so then he can focus. Maybe come all over Eric's face...

One look at Eric's glazed eyes and Ewan's want doubles, but so does his conscience shouting warnings at him. Eric's fucking gone - he's covered with sweat, shivering, drool drying on his face and neck, cock purple and throbbing as he tries so hard to hold back. He could probably come now with just one stroke of Ewan's fingertip along that vein there...

Ewan can't do this to him. He can't. Eric's his... lover. Not his slave. Not a toy. Right now Eric's just too far gone for Ewan to keep pushing him even further. Too submissive to hold in place while Ewan sinks his aching cock in Eric's mouth and fucks it until Ewan pulls out and shoots hot pearly spunk all over Eric's beautiful face...

No.

"What am I going to do with you?" Ewan muses aloud.

"Piss on me."

Only the fact that he sees Eric's lips moving convinces Ewan that he isn't hearing things. He blinks.

Fuck.

Eric kneels, eyes wide and full of something Ewan can't identify. It scares the holy shit out of him.

He stands for a moment, frozen between heartbeats. Trying to process that Eric's so fucking far gone that he just asked Ewan to piss on him.

His hands shake, his fucking knees shake, as he walks to the dresser to get the key. He motions Eric to stand up, then takes two tries to get the key in to unlock the cuffs. They fall heavily to the floor, jangling like Ewan's nerves, crashing to the ground as the world starts to sway and tilt.

"I can't," he mumbles, and sits heavily on the bed before he falls.

~end~

Comments

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Eric being gone makes me weak in the knees too. Thank goodness Ewan is a more sensitive dom than I am, because I would have just fucked Eric til he he was a gibbering puddle of man.

Just wait until next week.. ;)