FIC: Eros' Altar (Ewan/Eric, NC-17), for 50kinkyways

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Title: Eros' Altar
Author: salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 25. Orgy
Word Count: 440
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Strange things happen in the darkness.


Eros' Altar

There were hands everywhere: grasping, stroking, touching, probing. Holding him down. Keeping him in place when he struggled. Gentle, strong, firm hands. Four, six, eight, more; how many men were there?

He was lost, too overcome with pleasure to think clearly, eyes blindfolded, and why think about it at all? His purpose here was to enjoy, to let go, to surrender to the will of the Others.

Mouths replaced some of the hands, licking, nipping, biting. Teetering on the edge of too much pleasure/pain, but not spilling over. Ewan was being kissed senseless, long drugging kisses that stole his breath and left him gasping in just the way he liked, slightly frantic for air. Bites and licks teased his chest, stomach, thighs, even his ankles. The sound of his moaning reverberated in his head, inside the mouth pressed to his, inside the darkness of the cavern enclosing the altar.

Two mouths fastened onto his nipples, pulling, pinching, and not biting but chewing on his tits. Teeth firm and perfect held his aching flesh and gnawed on it until he screamed with delight.

A brief respite filled with noises of the Others, skin against skin, wet sucking sounds of mouths and lips and tongues, groans, and the moist slide of eager cocks into welcoming mouths and tight asses.

The hands held Ewan firm when he struggled, wanting more, so hard his cock dribbled, a multitude of bite marks throbbing with each heartbeat. Finally a reprieve as some of the mouths came back, lapping at his balls, cruel little kittenish licks to the head of his cock, eagerly cleaning him of the fluid welling out of him.

It was unbearable and he struggled against the frustrating and wonderful torment of it, the many hands and mouths of the temple priests keeping him in place and on edge until they were ready for him to come, until they were satisfied with him, until they decided he was worthy.

He knew he was worthy when the mouth kissing him and stealing his breath pulled away to let him drag much-needed air into his lungs as a ravenous mouth devoured his cock, pulling and sucking and wrenching the toe-curling orgasm out of him. All the hundreds of voices of the Others around him joined with his in a shattering howl of orgiastic ecstasy.

His heartbeats slowed to the sound of a steady thrum. The heat of one body pressed against his, wrists and ankles still restrained.

Ewan slowly opened his eyes.

Eric raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Must have been one hell of a dream," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

~end~

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