In which I write filthy, filthy words
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kylezyOh shit, shit, shit, I wrote porn. Almost 2000 words of it, which is a record for me. RPS, no less! And it's kinky too. For shame, me, for shame.
Title: Haven't thought of one but in my head it is the Porny of the Apocalypse.
Rating: NC-17, so hard
Warnings: RPF, bdsm, IDEK
Pairing/s: Katie/Bradley/Colin
Word count: Just under 2000 I think?
"You're going to spread him open like this," Katie McGrath is saying as she scissors two fingers inside of a blissed Colin Morgan. Bradley stands chest to chest with Colin, stroking himself messily as he focuses on Katie's remarkable gift for imagery. She's standing behind Colin, speaking low and soft into his ear, pausing between the words every so often to bite at his neck.
" - as he fucks me with his tongue. You'll come first because he's so goddamn tight and then he'll fuck me." She holds for a beat before she adds, "if he can last that long."
It's about then that Bradley James realises he's being set up and his eyes widen. "Katie, don't," he bites out, but she ignores him completely.
"Then, Colin, when I've come and he's come, you're going to take his cock and lick it clean. He's going to be very sensitive," she warns. Torments.
Promises.
Bradley's head drops back and his eyes close as he feels the familiar heat coiling in his belly. Katie's told him not to stop stroking but she knows the power of her words, he won't last another minute. He's obviously supposed to fuck this up for her amusement.
"It's probably going to hurt him, Colin," she continues, nary a shred of mercy in sight. "And he's going to fucking love it."
Bradley groans, feeling his orgasm build and that's it, he's done for.
Except...
"No, Bradley, stop," Colin cries and his hand snakes out to grip the base of Bradley's cock, pressing just so to stop his imminent orgasm. Katie doesn't miss a beat and her palm smacks against Colin's bare backside immediately. Bradley can see Colin has already prepared himself, already tensed, but he's obviously not expecting a second whack, much harder than the first. He cries out and Bradley's jaw drops.
Colin never disobeys Katie, he's supposed to be the good one! Bradley is the one who constantly needs discipline, he's the one who always fucks up because they all know he likes to be punished. Katie recognised this before they'd even hooked up, recognised it before he even understood it himself; this need to play with fire, to poke at a sleeping bear just to see how hard it would bite.
But Colin. Colin gets off on praise and the idea of pleasing everyone he can. When Katie and Bradley became Katie and Bradley and Colin, Colin proclaimed (jokingly, he'd said, but Bradley had his suspicions) that he'd never touch himself again if it meant he could pleasure the other two to their heart's desire. This principle baffled Bradley because, okay, he liked giving as much as anyone else, but things were a lot more fun if you were receiving too, weren't they? When he'd confided in Katie regarding his thoughts on the matter, she'd simply rolled her eyes and slugged him on the shoulder. They'd then spent a rather memorable night making Colin come over and over again and maybe Bradley had come to appreciate things a little more after that because, God, the noises Morgan made were downright obscene and so fucking pretty, but that didn't matter a lick; at the end of things, Colin still planned to satisfy them. Bradley understood him then, maybe truly for the first time. Unless he was making someone else happy, Colin felt like he was being punished or felt like he should be punished. Bradley suspected this had something to do with his Catholic background but when he told Colin his theory during a break in filming, all he got was a slog on the arm and a roll of Colin's eyes (as it turns out, a lot of Bradley's thoughts, when voiced, earn him those exact two responses).
He realises his jaw is still hanging open when Katie speaks. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Morgan?" Her tone is sharp and dangerous and Bradley's eyes lower automatically in submission before he remembers he's not the one in trouble. "Are you trying to be in charge here? Do you want to run things, Colin?"
"He was going to come," Colin replies in a small voice. "I didn't want him to let you down."
Katie slaps his backside again and fuck, Bradley wants to see that pink flush of handprint on Colin's skin.
"It may have escaped your attention all this time, Colin, but I know what I'm doing."
Colin bites at his lip, teeth sinking into the rich, pink fullness. Bradley knows, recognises that he's trying to hold back his agreement and words of praise for Katie because as far as Colin is concerned, the sun shines out of her arse. Bradley is inclined to agree (secretly, there's no point in making her feel more superior) but they both know interrupting her is possibly the worst idea ever.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," she says carefully. She's a good domme - knows that raising her voice is unacceptable with someone like Colin - and he admires her, briefly, before Colin turns around, distracting Bradley immediately with his arse, cheeks inflamed beautifully by Katie's wrath.
Bradley groans, bites the inside of his cheek and grabs the base of his erection himself.
God-damned McGrath.
Her eyes leave Colin's to meet his own and he's in no way surprised to see amusement there.
God-damned McGrath.
"I like to drive Bradley to the edge, I like to see him fail. He looks beautiful when he's flushed with embarrassment, his voice is so precious when he's stuttering his apology for coming like a fourteen year old virgin." Bradley shuffles on his feet, uncomfortably hot under her gaze and she draws her eyes back to Colin. "And you doubt my experience, Morgan?"
Colin shakes his head remarkably fast.
"Bradley, sit on the edge of the bed, Colin-" she pauses on his name like it's something dirty and Colin's shoulders droop, "kneel between his legs."
They arrange themselves into position, Bradley sitting down gingerly on the King-size mattress, Colin kneeling on the floor with his hands on the bed, either side of Bradley's hips. Katie moves to stand beside them, the light of the room gloriously highlighting her curves. She's not close enough to touch, Bradley discovers, when he tries to stroke her hip, but she's close enough to step in and control things if need be.
Bradley James is not the sharpest of blokes but he figures out Colin's punishment a few beats before Colin does.
"Katie, no, please, I'm sorry," Colin begs softly, looking up at her, but her gaze directs to Bradley.
"James, touch yourself. Morgan, watch, but don't you dare touch his cock. Do you understand me?"
Colin's head snaps around to look at Bradley's dick and Bradley notices the man worry his bottom lip between his teeth again. Katie nods for Bradley to begin and he feels for Colin, he really does, but the concept of teasing him in this fashion? Kind of overruling every other thought in his brain. He strokes his prick from base to tip and Colin gives a distressed little whine.
"Jesus fuck, McGrath, you're cruel," Bradley grunts out and she offers him a sly smirk in return as she motions for him to go faster. When he's positive he's not about to come, he speeds up. He notices Colin's hands and his long, delicate fingers crushing the sheets.
"What's up, Col? See something you want?" The teasing words come out before he has a chance to stop them. Colin growls and shuffles on his knees, looking as if he's having great difficulty in not leaping forward to claim Bradley's cock. Bradley doesn't mean to antagonise, he really doesn't, but sometimes words just blurt out of his mouth, they always have. Katie's grinning, she's obviously counted on Bradley's inability to shut up and he thinks he understands now that it's not actually him who's been set up tonight.
"Katie," Colin moans, turning to focus his best 'I-am-an-injured-animal-please-hug-me' stare up at her. She, unsurprisingly, remains unmoved. His eyes dart back to Bradley's cock and his breathing becomes laboured.
"Bradley, please," he begins with a choked-off whine, and Bradley gasps his approval at this, at the sound of want dripping off Colin's words. "Bradley, listen, please, let me."
The smarmy bastard is working him, Bradley is very aware of this but it doesn't stop him from falling into the trap. Colin knows he likes to hear him beg.
"Let me do it, I'm better than your hand, please. God, God, c'mon you stupid fuck, let me suck you, it'll be good, I promise. Please, you know it will."
Bradley looks up to the still-grinning Katie. Heart of ice, that one, heart of bloody ice. When he looks back down at Colin, the man is eyeing him speculatively.
"She won't be mad," Colin tries to say smoothly, but the quiver in his voice betrays him. "No, she'll be mad at me, not you, Bradley," he rectifies. "C'mon, yes, c'mon, I'll make you come so quickly. So good, Bradley, it'll be so good, so hot and wet and..."
Bradley's hand falters in its rhythm and Colin's eyes flash with victory but Katie is quick to step in. One hand threads through Colin's hair and she yanks his head back viciously.
"You're testing my patience, Morgan," she says fiercely. He screws up his face and lets out a genuine sob as he nods in agreement and Bradley is still struggling to wrap his head around the idea of Colin willfully disobeying.
Katie pushes his head forward until his lips are barely an inch away from Bradley’s cock-head. She gives Bradley a sharp nod and he resumes his stroking. When Colin lets out a shaky breath, Bradley feels the warm air ghost against the tip of his length. He knows the musky smell of sex is penetrating Colin's olfactory system and the man looks close to tears, as if the prospect of not sucking Bradley's dick is the worst torture he can possibly imagine. One of his hands actually leaves the sheet and grips Bradley's thigh in further surprising defiance.
Colin's short nails dig in as Katie yanks his hair again and threatens in a low voice, "don't make me get the handcuffs, Morgan." Bradley sees him hesitate and she adds, "and don't disappoint me."
And just like that, as if magic words had been spoken, Colin returns his hand to the bed. Bradley's thighs part wider as he strokes faster, a litany of soft curses falling from his lips. He talks without hearing the words, although he hopes the other two can understand, hopes they hear what he wants to be saying, which is 'fuck you, Katie McGrath ' and 'fuck you, Colin Morgan ' and 'God, I love you both so much '.
His eyes cannot pick just one person to look at, instead flicking between them both. Katie is looking down at the top of Colin's head and Colin is watching Bradley's face, letting one hand leave the sheet to reach behind him so he can stroke Katie's ankle lovingly. His breath is still shaky but he's completely submitted to her now and Bradley knows this is the moment she was hoping to achieve, for reasons known only to her. He glances up at her, imploring, and she nods her consent.
"Make him gag, Bradley."
His free hand finds Katie's and they entwine their fingers as he lifts his hips off the bed, slipping his cock roughly past Colin's lips until he hits the back of his throat. Colin does indeed gag but recovers quickly and he makes a pleased humming noise in his chest, the only way he can offer his thanks right now. He swallows around the tip of Bradley's cock and Bradley doesn't even try to last; allows himself to finally spill over into Colin's warm mouth.
When Bradley opens his eyes a short while later, Colin's head rests on his left thigh. Katie is kneeling down beside him on the floor.
"'m sorry, Katie," he hears, spoken in Colin’s sleepy-sounding brogue and Katie doesn't reply, except to stroke down his cheek, smiling gently at him.
Bradley gazes at them with fondness in his eyes and Katie glances up in time to catch the look.
"Oh shit, he's getting sentimental, Col."
Colin looks up and rolls his eyes, grinning. "Shit, Bradley, it's just sex, sac-up for fuck's sake."
They both laugh and Bradley scowls and swears at them, throwing in a few choice curses about their Irish heritages for good measure. They only laugh harder.
Neither of them have come yet but the night is young and Katie McGrath is only just getting started.
Title: Haven't thought of one but in my head it is the Porny of the Apocalypse.
Rating: NC-17, so hard
Warnings: RPF, bdsm, IDEK
Pairing/s: Katie/Bradley/Colin
Word count: Just under 2000 I think?
"You're going to spread him open like this," Katie McGrath is saying as she scissors two fingers inside of a blissed Colin Morgan. Bradley stands chest to chest with Colin, stroking himself messily as he focuses on Katie's remarkable gift for imagery. She's standing behind Colin, speaking low and soft into his ear, pausing between the words every so often to bite at his neck.
" - as he fucks me with his tongue. You'll come first because he's so goddamn tight and then he'll fuck me." She holds for a beat before she adds, "if he can last that long."
It's about then that Bradley James realises he's being set up and his eyes widen. "Katie, don't," he bites out, but she ignores him completely.
"Then, Colin, when I've come and he's come, you're going to take his cock and lick it clean. He's going to be very sensitive," she warns. Torments.
Promises.
Bradley's head drops back and his eyes close as he feels the familiar heat coiling in his belly. Katie's told him not to stop stroking but she knows the power of her words, he won't last another minute. He's obviously supposed to fuck this up for her amusement.
"It's probably going to hurt him, Colin," she continues, nary a shred of mercy in sight. "And he's going to fucking love it."
Bradley groans, feeling his orgasm build and that's it, he's done for.
Except...
"No, Bradley, stop," Colin cries and his hand snakes out to grip the base of Bradley's cock, pressing just so to stop his imminent orgasm. Katie doesn't miss a beat and her palm smacks against Colin's bare backside immediately. Bradley can see Colin has already prepared himself, already tensed, but he's obviously not expecting a second whack, much harder than the first. He cries out and Bradley's jaw drops.
Colin never disobeys Katie, he's supposed to be the good one! Bradley is the one who constantly needs discipline, he's the one who always fucks up because they all know he likes to be punished. Katie recognised this before they'd even hooked up, recognised it before he even understood it himself; this need to play with fire, to poke at a sleeping bear just to see how hard it would bite.
But Colin. Colin gets off on praise and the idea of pleasing everyone he can. When Katie and Bradley became Katie and Bradley and Colin, Colin proclaimed (jokingly, he'd said, but Bradley had his suspicions) that he'd never touch himself again if it meant he could pleasure the other two to their heart's desire. This principle baffled Bradley because, okay, he liked giving as much as anyone else, but things were a lot more fun if you were receiving too, weren't they? When he'd confided in Katie regarding his thoughts on the matter, she'd simply rolled her eyes and slugged him on the shoulder. They'd then spent a rather memorable night making Colin come over and over again and maybe Bradley had come to appreciate things a little more after that because, God, the noises Morgan made were downright obscene and so fucking pretty, but that didn't matter a lick; at the end of things, Colin still planned to satisfy them. Bradley understood him then, maybe truly for the first time. Unless he was making someone else happy, Colin felt like he was being punished or felt like he should be punished. Bradley suspected this had something to do with his Catholic background but when he told Colin his theory during a break in filming, all he got was a slog on the arm and a roll of Colin's eyes (as it turns out, a lot of Bradley's thoughts, when voiced, earn him those exact two responses).
He realises his jaw is still hanging open when Katie speaks. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Morgan?" Her tone is sharp and dangerous and Bradley's eyes lower automatically in submission before he remembers he's not the one in trouble. "Are you trying to be in charge here? Do you want to run things, Colin?"
"He was going to come," Colin replies in a small voice. "I didn't want him to let you down."
Katie slaps his backside again and fuck, Bradley wants to see that pink flush of handprint on Colin's skin.
"It may have escaped your attention all this time, Colin, but I know what I'm doing."
Colin bites at his lip, teeth sinking into the rich, pink fullness. Bradley knows, recognises that he's trying to hold back his agreement and words of praise for Katie because as far as Colin is concerned, the sun shines out of her arse. Bradley is inclined to agree (secretly, there's no point in making her feel more superior) but they both know interrupting her is possibly the worst idea ever.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," she says carefully. She's a good domme - knows that raising her voice is unacceptable with someone like Colin - and he admires her, briefly, before Colin turns around, distracting Bradley immediately with his arse, cheeks inflamed beautifully by Katie's wrath.
Bradley groans, bites the inside of his cheek and grabs the base of his erection himself.
God-damned McGrath.
Her eyes leave Colin's to meet his own and he's in no way surprised to see amusement there.
God-damned McGrath.
"I like to drive Bradley to the edge, I like to see him fail. He looks beautiful when he's flushed with embarrassment, his voice is so precious when he's stuttering his apology for coming like a fourteen year old virgin." Bradley shuffles on his feet, uncomfortably hot under her gaze and she draws her eyes back to Colin. "And you doubt my experience, Morgan?"
Colin shakes his head remarkably fast.
"Bradley, sit on the edge of the bed, Colin-" she pauses on his name like it's something dirty and Colin's shoulders droop, "kneel between his legs."
They arrange themselves into position, Bradley sitting down gingerly on the King-size mattress, Colin kneeling on the floor with his hands on the bed, either side of Bradley's hips. Katie moves to stand beside them, the light of the room gloriously highlighting her curves. She's not close enough to touch, Bradley discovers, when he tries to stroke her hip, but she's close enough to step in and control things if need be.
Bradley James is not the sharpest of blokes but he figures out Colin's punishment a few beats before Colin does.
"Katie, no, please, I'm sorry," Colin begs softly, looking up at her, but her gaze directs to Bradley.
"James, touch yourself. Morgan, watch, but don't you dare touch his cock. Do you understand me?"
Colin's head snaps around to look at Bradley's dick and Bradley notices the man worry his bottom lip between his teeth again. Katie nods for Bradley to begin and he feels for Colin, he really does, but the concept of teasing him in this fashion? Kind of overruling every other thought in his brain. He strokes his prick from base to tip and Colin gives a distressed little whine.
"Jesus fuck, McGrath, you're cruel," Bradley grunts out and she offers him a sly smirk in return as she motions for him to go faster. When he's positive he's not about to come, he speeds up. He notices Colin's hands and his long, delicate fingers crushing the sheets.
"What's up, Col? See something you want?" The teasing words come out before he has a chance to stop them. Colin growls and shuffles on his knees, looking as if he's having great difficulty in not leaping forward to claim Bradley's cock. Bradley doesn't mean to antagonise, he really doesn't, but sometimes words just blurt out of his mouth, they always have. Katie's grinning, she's obviously counted on Bradley's inability to shut up and he thinks he understands now that it's not actually him who's been set up tonight.
"Katie," Colin moans, turning to focus his best 'I-am-an-injured-animal-please-hug-me' stare up at her. She, unsurprisingly, remains unmoved. His eyes dart back to Bradley's cock and his breathing becomes laboured.
"Bradley, please," he begins with a choked-off whine, and Bradley gasps his approval at this, at the sound of want dripping off Colin's words. "Bradley, listen, please, let me."
The smarmy bastard is working him, Bradley is very aware of this but it doesn't stop him from falling into the trap. Colin knows he likes to hear him beg.
"Let me do it, I'm better than your hand, please. God, God, c'mon you stupid fuck, let me suck you, it'll be good, I promise. Please, you know it will."
Bradley looks up to the still-grinning Katie. Heart of ice, that one, heart of bloody ice. When he looks back down at Colin, the man is eyeing him speculatively.
"She won't be mad," Colin tries to say smoothly, but the quiver in his voice betrays him. "No, she'll be mad at me, not you, Bradley," he rectifies. "C'mon, yes, c'mon, I'll make you come so quickly. So good, Bradley, it'll be so good, so hot and wet and..."
Bradley's hand falters in its rhythm and Colin's eyes flash with victory but Katie is quick to step in. One hand threads through Colin's hair and she yanks his head back viciously.
"You're testing my patience, Morgan," she says fiercely. He screws up his face and lets out a genuine sob as he nods in agreement and Bradley is still struggling to wrap his head around the idea of Colin willfully disobeying.
Katie pushes his head forward until his lips are barely an inch away from Bradley’s cock-head. She gives Bradley a sharp nod and he resumes his stroking. When Colin lets out a shaky breath, Bradley feels the warm air ghost against the tip of his length. He knows the musky smell of sex is penetrating Colin's olfactory system and the man looks close to tears, as if the prospect of not sucking Bradley's dick is the worst torture he can possibly imagine. One of his hands actually leaves the sheet and grips Bradley's thigh in further surprising defiance.
Colin's short nails dig in as Katie yanks his hair again and threatens in a low voice, "don't make me get the handcuffs, Morgan." Bradley sees him hesitate and she adds, "and don't disappoint me."
And just like that, as if magic words had been spoken, Colin returns his hand to the bed. Bradley's thighs part wider as he strokes faster, a litany of soft curses falling from his lips. He talks without hearing the words, although he hopes the other two can understand, hopes they hear what he wants to be saying, which is 'fuck you, Katie McGrath ' and 'fuck you, Colin Morgan ' and 'God, I love you both so much '.
His eyes cannot pick just one person to look at, instead flicking between them both. Katie is looking down at the top of Colin's head and Colin is watching Bradley's face, letting one hand leave the sheet to reach behind him so he can stroke Katie's ankle lovingly. His breath is still shaky but he's completely submitted to her now and Bradley knows this is the moment she was hoping to achieve, for reasons known only to her. He glances up at her, imploring, and she nods her consent.
"Make him gag, Bradley."
His free hand finds Katie's and they entwine their fingers as he lifts his hips off the bed, slipping his cock roughly past Colin's lips until he hits the back of his throat. Colin does indeed gag but recovers quickly and he makes a pleased humming noise in his chest, the only way he can offer his thanks right now. He swallows around the tip of Bradley's cock and Bradley doesn't even try to last; allows himself to finally spill over into Colin's warm mouth.
When Bradley opens his eyes a short while later, Colin's head rests on his left thigh. Katie is kneeling down beside him on the floor.
"'m sorry, Katie," he hears, spoken in Colin’s sleepy-sounding brogue and Katie doesn't reply, except to stroke down his cheek, smiling gently at him.
Bradley gazes at them with fondness in his eyes and Katie glances up in time to catch the look.
"Oh shit, he's getting sentimental, Col."
Colin looks up and rolls his eyes, grinning. "Shit, Bradley, it's just sex, sac-up for fuck's sake."
They both laugh and Bradley scowls and swears at them, throwing in a few choice curses about their Irish heritages for good measure. They only laugh harder.
Neither of them have come yet but the night is young and Katie McGrath is only just getting started.
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Date: 2011-12-02 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-02 02:34 pm (UTC)And when you reach page 50, you can read this (http://kylezy.livejournal.com/80671.html#cutid1).
PS. do you have twitter?
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Date: 2011-12-02 06:25 pm (UTC)I do! Although I'm slowly realizing I should probably make one specifically for fandom peepz because it's awkward with the irl ones hanging about. We'll see. Until then I can be found here (https://twitter.com/#!/forevercreeper).
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Date: 2011-12-03 02:50 am (UTC)Adding you now (as long as you don't mind, I didn't mean to put you on the spot), I'm kmfyeah.
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Date: 2011-12-03 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-03 12:34 pm (UTC)I'll stop following your other one, just so you don't have to read my tweets twice. Once is enough for anyone XD