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koori_nekoSo this is the Caning prompt for another bingo line, though on the same card.
Title: And For This I Smile
Chapters: One
Author: me
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe.
Warnings: Violence, caning
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Disclaimer: Not mine – not the profit, not the characters, not the -verse. None of it.
A/N: Written for KinkBingo 2009, prompt being Caning. Not beta-ed. And in my view, Bottom!Sheppard never gets old.
Summary: Rodney promised he'd forget. Promised he'd fly
The bark is rough against his chest, the ropes holding him to the trunk biting into his wrists as he shakes to relieve some of the strain on his shoulders. John widens his stance to get balance and leans his cheek against the tree.
They're far into the woods, in a clearing Rodney spotted not long ago during a food scavenging mission. John had immediately spotted the switch thin trees, eyes shyly seeking Rodney's. And Rodney had promised that they would return.
Feeling the switch travel up his back, then down again to graze his gun belt, John feels goosebumps rise in the wake and a shiver following the edge like a puppy on a leash. His heart is hammering in his chest and his cock is hard enough to pound nails.
Then the sensation is gone and John grasps the ropes hard with both hands.
One.
The sting shoots up his spine from where it blossomed at the small of his back. John gasps involuntary and tightens his shoulders. As quickly as the sting began it's fading, leaving a warm sensation lingering in the cold air.
Two.
The strike cross the first one, lingering just a little bit longer. The bark bites into a nipple as he shies away from the blow, making him moan softly.
Three.
A line of cold fire whips across his back, from hip to shoulder, making John open his eyes, only to immediately shut them again as the burn shoots to his cock.
Four.
Light is dancing behind is eyelids, as the line of pain and intense pleasure is blurring into one. He sends a quiet thought to what he must look like, tied to a tree, legs spread, lines of red criss-crossing on his back. He's happy no-one knows about his secrets. No one, but Rodney.
Five.
A vertical line is burning into his skin, across the other four, and he's pushing against the tree in desperate search of some friction. He knows he'll be burned raw by the bark, knows the marks on his back will last up to three days. He knows this, and all he cares about is the sensations Rodney brings out in him.
Six.
Tears are running down his cheeks, unnoticed as Sheppard is pushing back into the blow, trying to get more feeling. He's moaning loudly into the cold twilight, the light flashing in his eyes encompassing him in warm comfort.
Seven.
Another lash crossing the others and he cries out in pain. The world is spinning out of his control, cold air washing over him.
Then Rodney is by his side, untying his hands. John collapses into those safe, comforting arms, blindly seeking Rodney's lips for a heart stopping kiss. It's wet from tears, messy from lack of control, and when Rodney removes his gun belt and undoes his fly John moans. Gently he's lowered down on his stomach on their blankets. Resting his face on his arms, legs spread and knees bent, he's more relaxed than he has been for weeks.
John moans as two slick fingers push into him and he pushes back when they scissor inside him.
“Please, Rodney. Just fuck me.” A whispered plea into the night and he's pushing back more.
Tears are still clinging to his long lashes when Rodney push his cock into Johns ass, moving slowly but deep with every thrust. A sense of comfort, intense pleasure, and being safe whirl into one and when he comes with a shout, the world stares back at him in sharp relief, every sense sharpened into diamond cut clarity.
He feels warmth flood him when Rodney finds his release, and he smiles to himself when they cuddle up under the stars the stings on his back humming softly when pressed against his scientist's naked chest.
Title: And For This I Smile
Chapters: One
Author: me
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe.
Warnings: Violence, caning
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Disclaimer: Not mine – not the profit, not the characters, not the -verse. None of it.
A/N: Written for KinkBingo 2009, prompt being Caning. Not beta-ed. And in my view, Bottom!Sheppard never gets old.
Summary: Rodney promised he'd forget. Promised he'd fly
The bark is rough against his chest, the ropes holding him to the trunk biting into his wrists as he shakes to relieve some of the strain on his shoulders. John widens his stance to get balance and leans his cheek against the tree.
They're far into the woods, in a clearing Rodney spotted not long ago during a food scavenging mission. John had immediately spotted the switch thin trees, eyes shyly seeking Rodney's. And Rodney had promised that they would return.
Feeling the switch travel up his back, then down again to graze his gun belt, John feels goosebumps rise in the wake and a shiver following the edge like a puppy on a leash. His heart is hammering in his chest and his cock is hard enough to pound nails.
Then the sensation is gone and John grasps the ropes hard with both hands.
One.
The sting shoots up his spine from where it blossomed at the small of his back. John gasps involuntary and tightens his shoulders. As quickly as the sting began it's fading, leaving a warm sensation lingering in the cold air.
Two.
The strike cross the first one, lingering just a little bit longer. The bark bites into a nipple as he shies away from the blow, making him moan softly.
Three.
A line of cold fire whips across his back, from hip to shoulder, making John open his eyes, only to immediately shut them again as the burn shoots to his cock.
Four.
Light is dancing behind is eyelids, as the line of pain and intense pleasure is blurring into one. He sends a quiet thought to what he must look like, tied to a tree, legs spread, lines of red criss-crossing on his back. He's happy no-one knows about his secrets. No one, but Rodney.
Five.
A vertical line is burning into his skin, across the other four, and he's pushing against the tree in desperate search of some friction. He knows he'll be burned raw by the bark, knows the marks on his back will last up to three days. He knows this, and all he cares about is the sensations Rodney brings out in him.
Six.
Tears are running down his cheeks, unnoticed as Sheppard is pushing back into the blow, trying to get more feeling. He's moaning loudly into the cold twilight, the light flashing in his eyes encompassing him in warm comfort.
Seven.
Another lash crossing the others and he cries out in pain. The world is spinning out of his control, cold air washing over him.
Then Rodney is by his side, untying his hands. John collapses into those safe, comforting arms, blindly seeking Rodney's lips for a heart stopping kiss. It's wet from tears, messy from lack of control, and when Rodney removes his gun belt and undoes his fly John moans. Gently he's lowered down on his stomach on their blankets. Resting his face on his arms, legs spread and knees bent, he's more relaxed than he has been for weeks.
John moans as two slick fingers push into him and he pushes back when they scissor inside him.
“Please, Rodney. Just fuck me.” A whispered plea into the night and he's pushing back more.
Tears are still clinging to his long lashes when Rodney push his cock into Johns ass, moving slowly but deep with every thrust. A sense of comfort, intense pleasure, and being safe whirl into one and when he comes with a shout, the world stares back at him in sharp relief, every sense sharpened into diamond cut clarity.
He feels warmth flood him when Rodney finds his release, and he smiles to himself when they cuddle up under the stars the stings on his back humming softly when pressed against his scientist's naked chest.
