Fic: Scritch (Ewan/Eric, NC-17, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Scritch
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 47. Writer's choice - Beards
Word Count: 843
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Facial hair. Is that a kink? It is if it's this much of the play.
Scritch
Scritch.
That's the sound eleven days of growth makes as it scrapes over the heel of Ewan's naked foot. Eric can actually hear it, and it is perversely satisfying.
Ooohhh.
That's the sound Ewan makes when Eric drags the thick stubble over a quivering calf. Eric likes that sound a lot, but he know he can make it deepen.
Uuhnngg.
Deeper. Back of the thigh. In part because the skin is sensitive there. In part because Ewan is anticipating what will come next.
Eric could trick him. Skip the ass, move right to the lower back. He looks down at Ewan's ass, pale and firm, shaped for grabbing while fucking, dimples on the sides perfect for nuzzling, dark cleft inviting Eric to touch. Taste. Scrape.
No one in his right mind would skip that ass.
Eric rubs his face all over, pushes between the cheeks, makes sure every part of that ass feels the scratch of his beard.
As long as Ewan doesn't...
He does.
Spreads. Spreads his legs and makes the kind of noise you would expect.
"Roll over," Eric chokes.
Ewan does, and his cock is pointing straight up for a second or two before it sort of settles on his stomach.
Ewan has a thing for beards.
Good thing, too, because Eric's character is on the lam and won't have time to shave until the end of principal photography.
It's the same for Ewan, but Ewan's beard is longer than Eric's. The hairs have grown more - amazingly - even though they've both been growing the beards for the same amount of time. Ewan's is fuller too, traveling further up his cheeks, which are a little gaunt because his character isn't eating much so Ewan isn't either. The beard is lighter in colour, gingery and blond, than Eric's, but it's still darker than Ewan's fair skin, so it looks like he has deep shadows under his cheekbones.
The scratch of moustache on Eric's upper lip is delicious. Eric shifts his lips so his moustache will dig into Ewan's lip a bit. Ewan gasps. Eric takes advantage of that and shoves his tongue into Ewan's mouth. Ewan sucks it. Wantonly. Suggestively.
It's not required. Since Ewan is already naked, on the bed, legs spread, cock hard, it's pretty obvious that he's more than willing. So it isn't the kind of suggestive tongue-sucking that says, "How about we take this further?" It's more like the kind of suggestive tongue-sucking that asks, "How about I suck you until you scream like a girl?"
"Please," Eric says, and he flops back on the bed.
Ewan doesn't need confirmation: he knows what Eric wants. He's down in a flash, licking from base to tip. He smiles wickedly up at Eric.
"I love your beard," he says, and the words are hot air over stiff flesh. He opens his mouth as if he's going to suck, but instead he moves down, spreading Eric's legs so he can settle between them. He keeps looking up at Eric as he slides his lips over a ball.
Eric has to stop looking. He throws his head back. Ewan moves his lips slowly, and prickles from his facial hair make Eric shiver all over. Ewan twists his head, ball still between his lips, and rubs his beard over Eric's inner thigh while tugging and stretching the scrotum tight.
Eric wants that rough hair on his cock. It'll hurt, but it'll hurt beautifully, and he likes a bit of pain anyway. "Cock," he manages to gasp.
Ewan lets the testicle slip out of his mouth. "I beg your pardon?" he asks politely.
"Cock."
Ewan goes "mmm" and pushes Eric's thighs up.
"Your beard," Eric elaborates. "On my cock."
Ewan laughs on of those full-bodied laughs that makes Eric think about soundproofing and scandalized neighbours. "No way, mate. It'd take your skin clear off."
So what?
"Cock!" Eric demands.
"Asshole."
Asshole?
Ewan pushes Eric's thighs way up until the bottom of his ass lifts off the bed.
Oh. That asshole.
Howl.
That's the sound that Eric makes when eleven days of beard scrapes over the tender folds of skin that surround his asshole.
Ooohhh.
That's the sound Eric makes when soft lips kiss lightly to soothe the skin.
Uuhnngg.
That's the sound Eric makes when a wet tongue slithers between those folds and slides inside.
"Fucking hell!"
The stiff, sharp hairs of Ewan's moustache dig into Eric's perineum like dozens of tiny, hot spikes.
"Cock!"
Ewan chuckles and the hairs rip into Eric.
"Your cock," Eric elaborates. "In me."
Where else?
The cock is hot and thick and makes Eric forget all about the burning spikes. The stretch makes it all better. He curls up a bit, making his stomach go hard and curved, giving his cock a place to nestle while Ewan shimmies his hips until he's in all the way and quite comfy.
Scritch.
Musk bristles across his skin. Cheek. Lip. "Taste yourself," Ewan whispers, and Eric can taste himself on Ewan's lips and tongue and beard.
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 47. Writer's choice - Beards
Word Count: 843
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Facial hair. Is that a kink? It is if it's this much of the play.
Scritch.
That's the sound eleven days of growth makes as it scrapes over the heel of Ewan's naked foot. Eric can actually hear it, and it is perversely satisfying.
Ooohhh.
That's the sound Ewan makes when Eric drags the thick stubble over a quivering calf. Eric likes that sound a lot, but he know he can make it deepen.
Uuhnngg.
Deeper. Back of the thigh. In part because the skin is sensitive there. In part because Ewan is anticipating what will come next.
Eric could trick him. Skip the ass, move right to the lower back. He looks down at Ewan's ass, pale and firm, shaped for grabbing while fucking, dimples on the sides perfect for nuzzling, dark cleft inviting Eric to touch. Taste. Scrape.
No one in his right mind would skip that ass.
Eric rubs his face all over, pushes between the cheeks, makes sure every part of that ass feels the scratch of his beard.
As long as Ewan doesn't...
He does.
Spreads. Spreads his legs and makes the kind of noise you would expect.
"Roll over," Eric chokes.
Ewan does, and his cock is pointing straight up for a second or two before it sort of settles on his stomach.
Ewan has a thing for beards.
Good thing, too, because Eric's character is on the lam and won't have time to shave until the end of principal photography.
It's the same for Ewan, but Ewan's beard is longer than Eric's. The hairs have grown more - amazingly - even though they've both been growing the beards for the same amount of time. Ewan's is fuller too, traveling further up his cheeks, which are a little gaunt because his character isn't eating much so Ewan isn't either. The beard is lighter in colour, gingery and blond, than Eric's, but it's still darker than Ewan's fair skin, so it looks like he has deep shadows under his cheekbones.
The scratch of moustache on Eric's upper lip is delicious. Eric shifts his lips so his moustache will dig into Ewan's lip a bit. Ewan gasps. Eric takes advantage of that and shoves his tongue into Ewan's mouth. Ewan sucks it. Wantonly. Suggestively.
It's not required. Since Ewan is already naked, on the bed, legs spread, cock hard, it's pretty obvious that he's more than willing. So it isn't the kind of suggestive tongue-sucking that says, "How about we take this further?" It's more like the kind of suggestive tongue-sucking that asks, "How about I suck you until you scream like a girl?"
"Please," Eric says, and he flops back on the bed.
Ewan doesn't need confirmation: he knows what Eric wants. He's down in a flash, licking from base to tip. He smiles wickedly up at Eric.
"I love your beard," he says, and the words are hot air over stiff flesh. He opens his mouth as if he's going to suck, but instead he moves down, spreading Eric's legs so he can settle between them. He keeps looking up at Eric as he slides his lips over a ball.
Eric has to stop looking. He throws his head back. Ewan moves his lips slowly, and prickles from his facial hair make Eric shiver all over. Ewan twists his head, ball still between his lips, and rubs his beard over Eric's inner thigh while tugging and stretching the scrotum tight.
Eric wants that rough hair on his cock. It'll hurt, but it'll hurt beautifully, and he likes a bit of pain anyway. "Cock," he manages to gasp.
Ewan lets the testicle slip out of his mouth. "I beg your pardon?" he asks politely.
"Cock."
Ewan goes "mmm" and pushes Eric's thighs up.
"Your beard," Eric elaborates. "On my cock."
Ewan laughs on of those full-bodied laughs that makes Eric think about soundproofing and scandalized neighbours. "No way, mate. It'd take your skin clear off."
So what?
"Cock!" Eric demands.
"Asshole."
Asshole?
Ewan pushes Eric's thighs way up until the bottom of his ass lifts off the bed.
Oh. That asshole.
Howl.
That's the sound that Eric makes when eleven days of beard scrapes over the tender folds of skin that surround his asshole.
Ooohhh.
That's the sound Eric makes when soft lips kiss lightly to soothe the skin.
Uuhnngg.
That's the sound Eric makes when a wet tongue slithers between those folds and slides inside.
"Fucking hell!"
The stiff, sharp hairs of Ewan's moustache dig into Eric's perineum like dozens of tiny, hot spikes.
"Cock!"
Ewan chuckles and the hairs rip into Eric.
"Your cock," Eric elaborates. "In me."
Where else?
The cock is hot and thick and makes Eric forget all about the burning spikes. The stretch makes it all better. He curls up a bit, making his stomach go hard and curved, giving his cock a place to nestle while Ewan shimmies his hips until he's in all the way and quite comfy.
Scritch.
Musk bristles across his skin. Cheek. Lip. "Taste yourself," Ewan whispers, and Eric can taste himself on Ewan's lips and tongue and beard.
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Date: 2007-07-11 02:36 pm (UTC)I have a thing for beards too.
I really think they should make a series of vingette's based on this series.
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Date: 2007-07-12 03:03 pm (UTC)Heh. NOW try to get any work done today! *is smug*
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Date: 2007-07-12 05:02 pm (UTC)::watches productivity swish right out the door::
::attacks HoS with kisses-gropes from missing her::
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Date: 2007-07-11 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-12 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-13 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-13 01:13 am (UTC)*is ruined*
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Date: 2007-07-13 07:20 pm (UTC)*scritches you*
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Date: 2007-07-13 11:33 pm (UTC)See? Your beard fic so surpassed mine, it was as if nothing had come before. That is kink above kink, lady. (Seriously, I'm not really kidding…when I think of beard kinks and using scritchiness during sex, I think of McKnight/Grimes and Ewan.)
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Date: 2007-07-14 12:58 am (UTC)I WEEP when my Dwarf has to shave his beard (when he's working on jobs that require full face masks for protection.) If clean-shaven, guys like my Dwarf and Ewan have to shave twice a day or they cause pain. Then it's a few weeks of scritch, but then it goes all nice and soft and lovely.
So I guees this wasn't really beard kink, it was more stubble kink. Heh.
Now, certain Vikings have rich, full, non scratchy, tickly-looking beards. That I totally also go for;)
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Date: 2007-07-14 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-13 01:11 pm (UTC)Indeed. I did have a thing for beards before, but this just... Damn. Another kink I have to keep in check. :/
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Date: 2007-07-13 01:13 pm (UTC)*facepalm*
Would make much sense otherwise...
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Date: 2007-07-13 07:21 pm (UTC)Braided beards. Ooh, yeah!