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purpledodah (Wesley/Oz Fic)
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snoggedToday marks the birth of a fabulous woman and a complete goddess - the stunning purpledodah
In honor of this special occasion, I wrote her a Wesley/Oz ficlet which I hope she enjoys
Title: Whisper to a Howl
Author: snogged
Parings: Wesley/Oz, from Wesley’s POV
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warnings: D/s, m/m, toys, outdoor sex, anal, humiliation, sexual slurs, language
Feedback: Yes, please. It’s my addiction
A/N: Many thanks to spikesredqueen for the beta. This was also my first attempt at "first-person" so any other mistakes are mine.
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He whispers into my ear and his naughty words flood through the auditory canal. As a student I learned how the process works. The sound travels passed the ear drum into the middle ear. The middle ear compresses and transforms the sound before it is sent into the inner ear. Then, those impulses fire into the brain and down to the genitals. The cock perks up; twitching in anticipation of making those dirty fantasies come true.
I roll my eyes and pretend to be disgusted but the brain has started a different process. The process that makes me squirm and itch in my seat, makes me slam down a few more shots at the bar, resisting the urge to grab him by the hand, drag him into the alley, and fuck him into the wall.
His hand slips between my thighs, brushing against the growing bulge in my jeans and he grins. His eyes twinkle with mischief and I know that my physical response has blown my pious cover.
“You might want to share your distaste with the other parts of your body, Wes.”
His lips crush against mine. That’s what I like about him. He doesn’t care who sees us. Not that it matters much in a gay club in Los Angeles but it still means something to me.
My arms snake around his waist, pulling him down on my lap. He grinds his ass into my crotch and smiles playfully. He looks like a little boy trying to get out of trouble. I have a half a mind to give him a few good spankings. He probably doesn’t deserve them but that look makes it reason enough.
“Oz.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s get out of here.”
Oz slides off my lap and wiggles his ass in front of my face as he walks toward the door. It is really just another example of how powerful his nonverbals are.
We get to the car and he presses me against the door. His kisses are demanding and impatient.
“You wanna get fucked in a darkened parking lot outside a gay club?” I cough, adjusting my glasses. He has to learn to stop doing this to me. I can’t be a lust filled horn dog all the time. My dick is about to burst a hole through my jeans and Oz is quick to unbutton them and release my hardened member. The California air hits and makes it sway and twitch. “Bend over the trunk and pull down your pants, my little slut.”
Oz grins and bends over at the waist. He loves it when I dominate. My dark side appeals to his wolf, I suppose. I like to dominate though, too. The control and the power of it pushes all the right buttons.
He presents his ass to me and I’m pleasantly surprised to find his had a butt plug stuffed in there this whole time. He’s primed for this, hungry, and lusting for it. It’s one of the many reasons I love him.
I grab the base of the plug and tug it out slowly, inch by inch. The widest part of the plug passes through the ring and the rest slides out with a satisfying pop. He groans in disappointment and wiggles his ass in the air, tempting me to quickly take its place.
I spit into my palm and rub the slick fluid onto my cock. I press the tip to his gaping rosebud and thrust forward, feeling my balls slap against his butt cheeks. My fingers tangle in his spiked, red hair and I push his face into the cool metal of the trunk.
“You’re my dirty, little whore, Oz. Couldn’t wait till we got home, could you? Had to have my cock now. Do you like that? Like feeling my cock slam into you? Like being bent over the trunk of a car in a dirty, parking lot?” I lean across his back and whisper into his ear. “It’s turning me on. Is it doing the same for you?”
His whole body shudders around me and I spurt thick, streams of cum into his tight ass. I remove my cock and quickly shove the butt plug back inside him. He grunts and groans and I know his dick is aching for a release.
I stuff my withering member back into my pants and I reach my hand between his legs. After a few short strokes, his cum coats the edge of the car, the ground, his stomach, and my hand. I lick the sticky fluid off my fingers and he straightens himself out.
I kiss him gently and help him get his pants back on. It is a wonder what can start with a whisper and end with a scream. Or in our case, another passionate kiss of urgency and demand.
But that’s how it always is with Oz. He likes the way I make him howl and I like the way he feels in my arms and around my cock. I suppose that, maybe some things on the Hellmouth do end happily. I certainly think it happened for us.
purpledodahIn honor of this special occasion, I wrote her a Wesley/Oz ficlet which I hope she enjoys
Title: Whisper to a Howl
Author: snogged
Parings: Wesley/Oz, from Wesley’s POV
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warnings: D/s, m/m, toys, outdoor sex, anal, humiliation, sexual slurs, language
Feedback: Yes, please. It’s my addiction
A/N: Many thanks to spikesredqueen for the beta. This was also my first attempt at "first-person" so any other mistakes are mine.
glitter-graphics.com
He whispers into my ear and his naughty words flood through the auditory canal. As a student I learned how the process works. The sound travels passed the ear drum into the middle ear. The middle ear compresses and transforms the sound before it is sent into the inner ear. Then, those impulses fire into the brain and down to the genitals. The cock perks up; twitching in anticipation of making those dirty fantasies come true.
I roll my eyes and pretend to be disgusted but the brain has started a different process. The process that makes me squirm and itch in my seat, makes me slam down a few more shots at the bar, resisting the urge to grab him by the hand, drag him into the alley, and fuck him into the wall.
His hand slips between my thighs, brushing against the growing bulge in my jeans and he grins. His eyes twinkle with mischief and I know that my physical response has blown my pious cover.
“You might want to share your distaste with the other parts of your body, Wes.”
His lips crush against mine. That’s what I like about him. He doesn’t care who sees us. Not that it matters much in a gay club in Los Angeles but it still means something to me.
My arms snake around his waist, pulling him down on my lap. He grinds his ass into my crotch and smiles playfully. He looks like a little boy trying to get out of trouble. I have a half a mind to give him a few good spankings. He probably doesn’t deserve them but that look makes it reason enough.
“Oz.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s get out of here.”
Oz slides off my lap and wiggles his ass in front of my face as he walks toward the door. It is really just another example of how powerful his nonverbals are.
We get to the car and he presses me against the door. His kisses are demanding and impatient.
“You wanna get fucked in a darkened parking lot outside a gay club?” I cough, adjusting my glasses. He has to learn to stop doing this to me. I can’t be a lust filled horn dog all the time. My dick is about to burst a hole through my jeans and Oz is quick to unbutton them and release my hardened member. The California air hits and makes it sway and twitch. “Bend over the trunk and pull down your pants, my little slut.”
Oz grins and bends over at the waist. He loves it when I dominate. My dark side appeals to his wolf, I suppose. I like to dominate though, too. The control and the power of it pushes all the right buttons.
He presents his ass to me and I’m pleasantly surprised to find his had a butt plug stuffed in there this whole time. He’s primed for this, hungry, and lusting for it. It’s one of the many reasons I love him.
I grab the base of the plug and tug it out slowly, inch by inch. The widest part of the plug passes through the ring and the rest slides out with a satisfying pop. He groans in disappointment and wiggles his ass in the air, tempting me to quickly take its place.
I spit into my palm and rub the slick fluid onto my cock. I press the tip to his gaping rosebud and thrust forward, feeling my balls slap against his butt cheeks. My fingers tangle in his spiked, red hair and I push his face into the cool metal of the trunk.
“You’re my dirty, little whore, Oz. Couldn’t wait till we got home, could you? Had to have my cock now. Do you like that? Like feeling my cock slam into you? Like being bent over the trunk of a car in a dirty, parking lot?” I lean across his back and whisper into his ear. “It’s turning me on. Is it doing the same for you?”
His whole body shudders around me and I spurt thick, streams of cum into his tight ass. I remove my cock and quickly shove the butt plug back inside him. He grunts and groans and I know his dick is aching for a release.
I stuff my withering member back into my pants and I reach my hand between his legs. After a few short strokes, his cum coats the edge of the car, the ground, his stomach, and my hand. I lick the sticky fluid off my fingers and he straightens himself out.
I kiss him gently and help him get his pants back on. It is a wonder what can start with a whisper and end with a scream. Or in our case, another passionate kiss of urgency and demand.
But that’s how it always is with Oz. He likes the way I make him howl and I like the way he feels in my arms and around my cock. I suppose that, maybe some things on the Hellmouth do end happily. I certainly think it happened for us.
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on 2008-04-19 05:40 pm (UTC)Luv ya too, sweetie
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