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browngirlTitle: Like a Little Prayer
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17 with warnings.
Pairing: Don/Charlie.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash, incest, cursing, rimming, no spoilers.
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lomedet. ;)
Author's Note: Please see the first comment.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Oh, holy fucking bloody hell, Don!" Charlie pounds the concrete, twisting, bucking, and completely not trying to escape. The reverberating ache barely registers; neither do his scraped knees or the twinges in his spread thighs, all utterly dwarfed by the overwhelming wet burn of Don's tongue circling his asshole, flicking over every fold and crevice of incandescently sensitive skin.
"Oh, fuck, oh, shit, please," Charlie whines, pressing into Don's hands clamped around his hips. He can't even remember what he was working on before Don insisted he needed a break; sensation pulses up his spine, crackling over the surface of his brain, disassembling all his thought processes into yes and more. Don hums, tingling into him, and Charlie groans, forehead against the floor. "Oh, God, I've gotta..." The words collapse into another groan as Don's tongue flexes muscularly, and Charlie writhes, reaching under himself for his dick bobbing neglected in midair.
Don catches his wrist in a steely hold, pinning it against his throbbing hip, growling warningly the same way he'd said he wouldn't let Charlie go. "Oh, not fucking fair" Charlie howls, his voice breaking as Don's chuckle buzzes through him. "Not fair, oh, God, oh holy fucking God," he cries out, Don's teeth pressing into his right asscheek, and comes, nothing touching his dick at all, in long wracking shudders that beat him against the concrete floor until he goes limp.
Don laughs again, kissing from the base of Charlie's spine up the skin bared by Charlie's crumpled T-shirt. Charlie gasps, listening to the wet sound of Don wiping his mouth, the rusty creak of Don's voice. "Thought you didn't believe in God, Charlie."
Stars flying behind his closed eyelids, Charlie coughs, shudders under Don's lips on the back of his neck, and admits, "you could make me."
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17 with warnings.
Pairing: Don/Charlie.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash, incest, cursing, rimming, no spoilers.
All Thanks To:
lomedet. ;)Author's Note: Please see the first comment.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Oh, holy fucking bloody hell, Don!" Charlie pounds the concrete, twisting, bucking, and completely not trying to escape. The reverberating ache barely registers; neither do his scraped knees or the twinges in his spread thighs, all utterly dwarfed by the overwhelming wet burn of Don's tongue circling his asshole, flicking over every fold and crevice of incandescently sensitive skin.
"Oh, fuck, oh, shit, please," Charlie whines, pressing into Don's hands clamped around his hips. He can't even remember what he was working on before Don insisted he needed a break; sensation pulses up his spine, crackling over the surface of his brain, disassembling all his thought processes into yes and more. Don hums, tingling into him, and Charlie groans, forehead against the floor. "Oh, God, I've gotta..." The words collapse into another groan as Don's tongue flexes muscularly, and Charlie writhes, reaching under himself for his dick bobbing neglected in midair.
Don catches his wrist in a steely hold, pinning it against his throbbing hip, growling warningly the same way he'd said he wouldn't let Charlie go. "Oh, not fucking fair" Charlie howls, his voice breaking as Don's chuckle buzzes through him. "Not fair, oh, God, oh holy fucking God," he cries out, Don's teeth pressing into his right asscheek, and comes, nothing touching his dick at all, in long wracking shudders that beat him against the concrete floor until he goes limp.
Don laughs again, kissing from the base of Charlie's spine up the skin bared by Charlie's crumpled T-shirt. Charlie gasps, listening to the wet sound of Don wiping his mouth, the rusty creak of Don's voice. "Thought you didn't believe in God, Charlie."
Stars flying behind his closed eyelids, Charlie coughs, shudders under Don's lips on the back of his neck, and admits, "you could make me."
