Bent But Not Broken

Title: Hasty Lessons
Author: unbroken_halo
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #12 Impatience
Word Count: 700
Summary: Bill aims to teach Neville a bit of control.
Warnings: *Oral sex*
Notes: For eeyore9990 who chose this prompt from my 100quills table in chat a while back. I promised her a longer bit than just a drabble since she introduced me to this wonderful pairing and is always kind and gracious enough to "sacrifice" her time to beta these bits I call fics. Thank you and *kisses, darling*. Also special thanks to irana for the once over so this could be a complete surprise for Eey.



Hasty Lessons

His hands slid over Bill's clothing relentlessly, pulling at the cloth to get at the warm, fragrant skin underneath. Neville ran his nose up and down Bill's neck, breathing in the scent of his body, his own breath sending out puffs of air that caused Bill to shiver in his arms as he removed the inhibiting layers of clothing.

But Bill was not idle in his pursuits either. Rubbing up against Neville was an exercise in control like he'd never expected to survive. He pushed Neville back onto the bed, knelt over him, his hands working at the dragon leather belt and his zip. His mouth licked along Neville's cock, the taste of him as intoxicating as any liquor.

Neville moaned and arched up toward Bill's mouth, mewling in protest when Bill held his hips down. Bill grazed the tip of his tongue across the head of Neville's cock once again, and then dragged the flat blade over the shaft and down to his sac, slowly, gently as if to slow them down on purpose. Neville opened his eyes, looking down at Bill only to have his lust filled glare met with Bill's own stormy gaze.

It was a challenge, of sorts, and one Neville knew he could not resist as he eyed Bill's still handsome and scarred face. He reached down and caressed one cheek, watching Bill's grey eyes darken as they tracked his movements. He threaded his other hand in Bill's thick, dark, red hair and tugged gently, revelling in the low guttural moan that escaped Bill, and delighting in the fact that he'd extracted a slight response from him with a little roughness where the caress had failed.

Neville grinned at him and flushed, knowing that even as intimate as they had been, there were still some things that could be used to seduce and push Bill over the edge.

Still smiling sweetly, Neville canted his hips just a little bit and rubbed his prick against Bill's lips. He then spread his legs as wide as his gaping trousers would allow. "Now," he demanded softly. "Want you in me, now."

"All in good time," Bill murmured against the head of Neville's cock and stroked Neville's hip with his fingertips. He wrapped his other fist around Neville's length, squeezing rhythmically. Flicking his tongue out on to the velvety skin, Bill traced the crown slowly. Still staring into Neville's eyes, he began to nibble the delicate foreskin, gently tugging it between his lips and moaning quietly.

Neville's eyes rolled back and he pulled on Bill's hair trying to hurry him, "Please," he growled out.

Bill chuckled and wrapped his mouth around Neville, sucking hard and fast on just the tip of him as he squeezed Neville's shaft gently again. He watched Neville through slitted eyes then closed them completely as his hair was pulled harder. He groaned and slid more of the firm length into his mouth, stopping only when his lips met his knuckles.

Neville howled as he was completely engulfed and gripped Bill's hair, pulling sharply on the long strands. Panting harshly, he opened his eyes and looked down at Bill, watching as Bill pulled back, his prick sliding wetly out of Bill's mouth and then in again, bowing out Bill's cheek. He grazed his fingers across the scarred and stubbled skin, feeling the rounded impression of his cockhead through Bill's cheek and he grinned. "Fuck, that's hot!"

Bill continued to move on Neville's prick, leaning into his caress and taking his time. He'd stalled Neville's impatience for now but knew it would only be a matter of time before Neville would be hinting once more. And Bill wanted that; only on a grander and greater scale to where Neville was a sobbing, needy, begging mess, and only then, would he give his lover the fucking he was asking for…

Neville shouted, body bowing up, tight and taut, as his orgasm rushed from him then he collapsed back onto the bed, lung working like bellows to catch his breath.

Bill swallowed down the bitter release, then eased off Neville.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Terrible control. We have to start again."

Neville groaned, then grinned. "Oh, yes, please."

The End