Fic: Teeth (Ewan/Eric, R, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Teeth
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salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 4. Biting
Word Count: 666
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Just laying about on a hot afternoon, thinking...
Teeth
Ewan sprawls on the couch. It's hot outside and his fingers trail down his shirtless chest, pressing into the remains of the bite-marks from last weekend. It's a lazy hot evening, too warm to do anything but let his mind wander and wait for the sun to set so it will cool the fuck off.
He likes being held down and bitten. A lot. It's not so much nipping, the kind of biting that Ewan likes, or anything that could possibly break skin, but that thing that Eric does so bloody well, where he grabs a piece of flesh and muscle and rolls it between his teeth. The press and tug that makes an embarrassing noise, a half strangled whimper/moan, escape from Ewan's throat and his cock jerk involuntarily. There's just something about being bitten like that makes him weak in the knees, a shameless and eager slut.
Not for sex, he thinks, and not for pain either, really, but for sensation. For the feeling of it. It hurts just enough to feel fucking brilliant.
And he thinks Eric should try it.
Eric, however, is not into being bitten. They had talked about it, earlier that evening, before going to the bedroom...
Eric had Ewan tied spread-eagle to the bed and blindfolded, which always makes it easier for Ewan to lose himself in the feelings, makes it better. More intense. Even when Eric loses his grip with his teeth, as he laughs at the noises he's pulling from Ewan and tells him what a slut he is.
They hadn't been able to do it before, not to this extent. Couldn't indulge Ewan thinks, with a little smirk to himself, pressing on a bruise on his shoulder. They both spent a fair bit of the movie with their shirts off, but those sequences are completely finished now and a few marks for a week or so is no longer a big deal.
And marks do last for a week on him. With Ewan's pale Scottish skin and Eric's strong teeth, his bruises go from dark purplish, to mottled broken-blood-vessel red, to brownish, to greenish, and finally fade to yellow. They take fully seven or eight days before they go away.
Ewan's never told Eric and doesn't know if he should or not, or if indeed Eric already knows, but he loves that it takes so long for the marks to fade on his skin. He likes to look at them in the mirror, see them in passing when he's getting dressed or undressed. Likes to press on them and feel the slight ache while they're healing. They make him feel, not owned necessarily, but decorated. Enhanced. Not for someone else's pleasure, but for his own.
Maybe that's why Eric doesn't like it, Ewan thinks. Maybe they make Eric feel owned and marked, like someone else is trying to claim or control him...
Which is too bad because Ewan likes biting too. Not as much as he likes being bitten, no, but he does like the taste and the texture, the feel of skin and sinew against his teeth. Like a good steak - solid, something you can chew and skin your teeth into. Delicious and tasty.
The first time a lover bit Ewan in the way he loves, he'd been totally unprepared. He'd never liked being given hickeys or being sucked on – that hurt. But when the bloke he was dating bit into his neck like some kind of blood-starved vampire, Ewan's knees had buckled and he was embarrassed to admit that he'd gotten a bit dizzy. Swooned like some fair maiden, as all the blood in his body rushed to his prick, which is maybe a bit un-maidenly, actually.
Anyhow, it was good. It was unexpected. An unexpected pleasure.
Hm, Ewan thinks, as he hears Eric's car pull into the driveway. Perhaps it's Eric's turn for something unexpected.
When he grins as his lover walks inside, he makes sure that all of his teeth are showing.
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 4. Biting
Word Count: 666
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Just laying about on a hot afternoon, thinking...
Ewan sprawls on the couch. It's hot outside and his fingers trail down his shirtless chest, pressing into the remains of the bite-marks from last weekend. It's a lazy hot evening, too warm to do anything but let his mind wander and wait for the sun to set so it will cool the fuck off.
He likes being held down and bitten. A lot. It's not so much nipping, the kind of biting that Ewan likes, or anything that could possibly break skin, but that thing that Eric does so bloody well, where he grabs a piece of flesh and muscle and rolls it between his teeth. The press and tug that makes an embarrassing noise, a half strangled whimper/moan, escape from Ewan's throat and his cock jerk involuntarily. There's just something about being bitten like that makes him weak in the knees, a shameless and eager slut.
Not for sex, he thinks, and not for pain either, really, but for sensation. For the feeling of it. It hurts just enough to feel fucking brilliant.
And he thinks Eric should try it.
Eric, however, is not into being bitten. They had talked about it, earlier that evening, before going to the bedroom...
Eric had Ewan tied spread-eagle to the bed and blindfolded, which always makes it easier for Ewan to lose himself in the feelings, makes it better. More intense. Even when Eric loses his grip with his teeth, as he laughs at the noises he's pulling from Ewan and tells him what a slut he is.
They hadn't been able to do it before, not to this extent. Couldn't indulge Ewan thinks, with a little smirk to himself, pressing on a bruise on his shoulder. They both spent a fair bit of the movie with their shirts off, but those sequences are completely finished now and a few marks for a week or so is no longer a big deal.
And marks do last for a week on him. With Ewan's pale Scottish skin and Eric's strong teeth, his bruises go from dark purplish, to mottled broken-blood-vessel red, to brownish, to greenish, and finally fade to yellow. They take fully seven or eight days before they go away.
Ewan's never told Eric and doesn't know if he should or not, or if indeed Eric already knows, but he loves that it takes so long for the marks to fade on his skin. He likes to look at them in the mirror, see them in passing when he's getting dressed or undressed. Likes to press on them and feel the slight ache while they're healing. They make him feel, not owned necessarily, but decorated. Enhanced. Not for someone else's pleasure, but for his own.
Maybe that's why Eric doesn't like it, Ewan thinks. Maybe they make Eric feel owned and marked, like someone else is trying to claim or control him...
Which is too bad because Ewan likes biting too. Not as much as he likes being bitten, no, but he does like the taste and the texture, the feel of skin and sinew against his teeth. Like a good steak - solid, something you can chew and skin your teeth into. Delicious and tasty.
The first time a lover bit Ewan in the way he loves, he'd been totally unprepared. He'd never liked being given hickeys or being sucked on – that hurt. But when the bloke he was dating bit into his neck like some kind of blood-starved vampire, Ewan's knees had buckled and he was embarrassed to admit that he'd gotten a bit dizzy. Swooned like some fair maiden, as all the blood in his body rushed to his prick, which is maybe a bit un-maidenly, actually.
Anyhow, it was good. It was unexpected. An unexpected pleasure.
Hm, Ewan thinks, as he hears Eric's car pull into the driveway. Perhaps it's Eric's turn for something unexpected.
When he grins as his lover walks inside, he makes sure that all of his teeth are showing.
