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Title: I'll hold you up (And drive you)
Author: [ profile] dea_liberty
Pairing: Parker/Eliot
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: All feedback, including constructive criticism, is loved.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing in Chris Downey and John Rogers' sandbox.
A/N: My first post in a new fandom! And, of course, I have to kick it off with kink. This was written in response to a prompt that asked for Eliot/Parker, pegging. Thanks to [ profile] maerhys for the once over and [ profile] itinerant_vae for the hand-holding. Title taken from Melissa Ferrick.

“Parker, no. Parker. Don’t.” He tugs on the ropes but it’s really quite futile. She tied the knots; they’re not coming undone in a hurry. “Parker. Put that down."

“Parker, no. Parker. Don’t.” He tugs on the ropes but it’s really quite futile. She tied the knots; they’re not coming undone in a hurry. “Parker. Put that down.

She doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t. She just keeps coming towards him, innocent smile on her face, eyes twinkling with mischief, brandishing a dildo in her hand. “You asked what it was.”

“I wanted to know what it was,” Eliot argues. “I never said I wanted to try it out – ohholyfuckingshit, get it away from me.” There’s a headboard and a wall, and, right that moment, Eliot is cursing their existence. Scrambling away isn’t working. Instead, it gives her enough space to bounce onto the bed. Right between his legs.

“C’mon, Eliot,” she says sweetly. “It’ll be fun. You’ll enjoy it.”

He turns and tries to pin her with a suspicious gaze. It doesn’t work. “How d’you know that?” He demands. “You don’t know that.” She really doesn’t know that.

Parker gives him a look and puts her hand on his cock. She leans up to kiss him on the lips, lets it linger before biting his lower lip. “I promise,” she purrs. “I’ll make it so good.” She pauses, head tipped to the side. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. I thought you’d had a lot of sex.”

“Why’d I let anyone do this to – ngh?”

Her fingers curl around his dick and his brain short-circuits. He doesn’t notice much else except she’s telling him to close his eyes, to relax, all soft, warm heat moving against his skin, breasts pressed against his chest, rubbing cat-like against his body. He’s only a man; that’s really hard to resist.

When two of her fingers press inside him without warning, he almost knocks himself out on the wall, head thrown back, gasps low and then growls at her giggle.

“Relax,” she says again, curls her fingers a little and brushes over his prostate, makes him moan again. “This’ll feel real good. You’re just thinking too hard.”

He wants to tell her he’s not a fucking chick – but she’ll probably hit him – or anything; he doesn’t need soothing or reassuring or her sweet-soft-so-careful touches. This pegging thing is just weird as fuck.Where the hell did Parker learn about pegging anyway? He wants to tell her all this, except it’s really hard to say any of that when his blood is flowing rapidly southward, and her clever little fingers and slowly stealing all control from the muscles in his body one at a time. Apparently starting with his tongue. She’s having way too much fun brushing his prostate every time he tries to talk.

“Just enjoy it,” she says, laughing again. “Stop being such a man.” If his brain was doing the thinking and not his dick, he would probably be offended. As things stand, however, his dick’s really quite happy to go with whatever Parker wants to do.

Three fingers have him twisting against the ropes, feels them burn his skin, headboard hitting the plaster behind. He doesn’t know whether to push back against them or try to pull away, and he ends up twisting again – and that just means Parker’s fingers screw in deeper, harder, and ohgod. Oh holy fucking god.

She puts her hand back on his chest, pushes him back down. It’s more coaxing than anything else; neither of them is under the impression she could force him to do anything if he doesn’t want to. Well, force him physically. Parker’s been spending way too much time with Sophie lately, and she’s getting really good at that feminine wiles thing. And the ropes are really fucking well tied.

“Stay relaxed,” she says, and parts his legs a little more, settles back onto her knees to focus on whatever she’s doing next. He thinks it’s going to be another finger, frowns when she slides her hand out and grins bright at him once before she looks down again. And then he feels the blunt head of the dildo against his ass, and there’s a look of concentration on Parker’s face.

Stay relaxed. Is she fucking kidding? There’s a blunt object being shoved up his ass and the last time something like that happened, it sure as hell wasn’t for fun.

“Parker, fuck this, don’t – ngh.”

Her mouth slides down on his cock. That’s really fucking distract, and it’s really hard to complain about anything when her lips are stretched around his dick, slip-sliding, all warm, wet heat. She flattens her tongue against the underside of his cock, slides back up, lightly grazes with her teeth, and presses the dildo in deeper as she slides almost off him, flicks her tongue right over the head.

He groans because, holy shit, this feels good. Really good. And it feels even better when she repeats it again, slides down slowly until his cock hits the back of her throat, moves back up as she works the dildo in deeper, keeps that up until the feels the base of the toy right against his ass – and then he groans at the loss of that heat, pulls at the bindings because he wants to sink his hands into his hair, push her back down because it feels too fucking good for her to stop.

“There,” she says, looking very, very smug. “That’s not bad, is it?” She wriggles her hand – and the toy – a little and…fuck, that feels weird. He can’t bite back the moan though, feels himself pushing back onto it without thought. When he opens his eyes to look at her again, she’s looking even more pleased with herself. “Not bad at all,” she adds, and moves it again. This time, she pulls it out just a little and pushes it back in again and again, a little more each time.

It still feels strange, but the stretch and burn is slowly fading. He can feel the ridges in the rubber brushing inside him, surreal and hard, and only very slightly giving. Parker definitely knows exactly what she’s doing with that; each movement is almost calculated.

She rips open a condom packet before he even notices that she has one in her hand and slides it over his cock without anymore preparation, then grins at him, bright and happy as she twists the toy inside, finds his prostate expertly. She moves to straddle him and slide down on his dick all in the same breath.

He chokes on a moan, body shuddering, not sure if he wants to push up into her wet, tight heat or down against the dildo inside him. “See?” She says, all bright smiles and slow rocking. He feels a little smug himself when he realizes she’s considerably more breathless than she was. “This is fun, isn’t it? You’re enjoying this.”

He’d be fucking insane not to. “Fuck, Parker,” he growls, and she just laughs, gets her legs under her properly and moves, rides him slowly as she keeps the toy moving inside him to the same rhythm, twists it with some complicated movement of her hand as she rolls her hips. He almost whites out from just how fucking good that feels.

Suddenly, just as he’s getting used to the rhythm, Parker shifts, turns completely on his cock and moves her hands to fuck him harder, faster as she rides him, and he just about manages to keep his eyes open to watch the muscles in her back move, watch his cock disappearing between her thighs each time she fucks herself on his dick. He lets his hips snap forwards into her, lets himself push back onto the toy, lets himself groan with every single movement – and fuck, it’s good. It’s really fucking good, and her moans and breathless, happy pants just make it better.

“Come on,” she demands, shoving and twisting the dildo deep as she practically screws herself down on him – and then he feels her tighten, clamp down, muscles spasming around his dick as she comes with a long, drawn out moan. That throws him over the edge and he climaxes with surprised shout, eyes slamming shut as he thrusts up into her body once more, hard enough that she whines. His body and muscles shake as he settles back completely on the bed, breathing raggedly to get air back in his lungs. He doesn’t even try to bring the world back into focus.

After god knows how long, Parker finally moves, pulls the toy out and tosses it to the side before she lifts herself off him, moves back up his body to kiss him slowly. His tongue tangles with hers as she unties the ropes from his wrists.

“See?” She says. “You have to learn to trust me.” He barks out a soft, surprised laugh and shakes his head.

As soon as his hands are free, he catches her around the waist, flips them over and pins her down. “You’re a damn cheat.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, arching up against his body, all cat-like, easy grace. “You loved it.”

He snorts and leans down to bite her lower lip hard. “Whatever, Parker. You tell yourself whatever you need to to get your rocks off.” It’s her turn to laugh.

“Next time,” she shares, letting her lips trail over to his ear, before she bites down gently on the lobe. He can feel her smile against his skin – that smile that always spells Trouble. With the capital T. “I’ll show you just how good I am with a strap-on.”

He absolutely does not moan.
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