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booshslashhavenTITLE: Salacious
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Howard/Vince
WORD COUNT: 2300
GENRE: PWP
WARNINGS: Smut, spanking, inappropriate/disturbing pleasure devices, hints of dom!Howard
SUMMARY: Follow-up fic to “It's Not a Dirty Word.” Now that Howard has gained some “experience” over the past few weeks from his and Vince's escapades, he decides to introduce some kink into Naboo's livingroom the bedroom. But how will Vince react to this?
DISCLAIMER:I'm $25,000 in debt, so don't bother sueing me. =)
A/N: This is my first kink fic, so be gentle. :) Any CC regarding domination, spanking, bondage is quite welcome.
UPDATE: Fan-art is now up! It's nothing special, and it's obvious I'm not an artist, but I thought it'd be a nice touch. [Click to enlarge, the resolution looks shit]
“What is that?” Vince recoiled in horror as Howard waved some sort of pulsating contraption that was emitting aural diarrhoea in front of his face. Howard beamed, looking all manly and triumphant.
“This, Vince, is the Sex-a-phone 2000. Beauty, innit?”
“'S plain wrong, it is!” Vince retorted, looking properly shocked. “Where on earth did you get that deformed monstrosity anyway?”
“Oh, just somewhere.” Howard said dismissively, fiddling with the buttons of the instrument-shaped dildo. “You see, the music is what creates the vibrations and each jazz instrument has different tempos and strengths. So if I was to click on the “trumpet” button right here, you would expect sharp, light pulses, whereas if I was to flick to the “bass” setting, you would expect something more smooth. And my God, don't get me started on the “trombone” setting.”
Vince's brow furrowed in realisation as Howard stood there, grinning at him like an idiot.
“Oh, OH, hell no!” Vince breathed. “Howard, you know I'm into the kinkier sides of things, but there's no way in hell I'm using that, that thing on you.”
Howard let out a small chuckle and at that moment, a cheerful scat number was loudly emitted through the dildo.
“Oh no, Vince, I believe I will be using this thing on you.”
* *
“But my ass is gonna fall off!” Vince wailed as Howard slicked up the Sex-a-phone with lube.
“Nonsense, I told you already that I sprayed it with anti-histamine. You'll be fine, I promise.” Howard sat himself between Vince's open legs and licked his lips, unexpectedly turned on by the sight of the younger man's asshole nestled between his downy cheeks.
“You've gone wrong, you know that Howard?” Vince's insistent voice cut through the air. “Can't, I don't, I don't want the j-jazz inside me again.” Now he was panting, not in a good way, bordering on hyperventilation. Concerned, Howard went to stroke his cheek, and Vince made an effort to smile back weakly.
“Vince, little man, c'mon, I know you can do this.” Howard coaxed him on. “It'll be worth it, I promise. Vince, sweetheart? We don't have to bring it in straight-away if you don't feel comfortable, I can warm you up a bit if you like.”
Howard gave the younger man a naughty look, an exchange of intimate knowledge, and Vince felt his nervousness melt into excitement. He propped himself up on Howard's muffin-coloured sheets, enveloping himself more in the older man's warmth. As if on queue, Howard peppered his lips across Vince's, teasing him lightly, before their mouths collapsed into a frantic kiss. Vince moaned and Howard straddled his skinny body more, pushing him down into the mattress.
“Howard, touch me.” Vince panted, feeling the older man's moustache graze his neck. Howard's cock twitched at these words, and he mentally kicked himself for not getting rid of his briefs much earlier on, before this whole ordeal started. Vince stifled a groan as Howard ran his hand across his turgid cock and took it fully in his palm, smearing a drop of pre-cum across the head.
“Yesssss.” Vince hissed through clenched teeth. Howard was stroking him hard now, kissing down his chest, stopping to lick and suck a dusky nipple. He was impressed that Howard had picked up what he liked, things here and there that made him really hot, so quickly considering they only had started acting out little “arrangement” only a few weeks before. What Vince also didn't expect was the fact that, Howard in the bedroom, unbridled and secluded Howard, proved to be more kinkier than him, and let's just say hair pulling and handcuffs had become boring to Howard lately. Which probably explained the induction of his strange new toy, and being adamant to use it on Vince.
Howard was running his dry palm over the Vince's balls and teasingly around the soft skin of his perineum. Vince whimpered, desperately needing attention toward his throbbing hole. He felt like his insides were on fire, the need for further contact was stirring inside him, like a dull ache.
“Howard.” Vince said firmly, his voice teetering on the edge of demanding. No further explanation was needed as Howard had gotten to know Vince's body well over the few weeks they had been together, but he smiled cruelly anyway. He was going to make Vince want it like he never wanted anything so bad in his entire life.
“What do you want, Vince?”
“I- Oh God.” Vince squeezed his eyes shut as Howard circled a finger around his puckered hole, letting it slip inside ever-so-teasingly. “I want- I want...”
“Yes?” Howard said sweetly, a smirk forming across his face. He loved reducing Vince to a quivering, vulnerable, begging mess. It was a visual delicacy that he rarely got to see outside the bedroom.
“I want you to me touch me. Properly.” Vince said, trembling, refusing to look Howard in the eye. He hated submitting to Howard. It just wasn't done.
“I want you to touch me properly, what?” Howard probed ruthlessly, knowing that Vince was increasingly getting more agitated. The younger man mumbled something Howard couldn't quite make out.
“Look at me. Properly.” Howard felt a pang of satisfaction hit him when Vince complied, glaring through black, stringy locks. “My, you're being quite rude today aren't you, Mr. Noir?”
Vince's eyes narrowed slightly, then he nodded reluctantly.
“Rude and naughty, I might add. You've been a pushy and complaining brat, even when I went out of my way to buy you a new toy. I've been spoiling you too much, I reckon.” Vince gasped as the older man heaved him up by the shoulders and laid him across his lap.
“Naughty boys need to be punished.” Howard continued huskily, stroking the pale flesh of Vince's pert ass. “I think seven should suffice.” Vince whimpered. It wasn't a question for him to confirm, it was a fixed and final statement. The first blow made him gasp. The second made him sob. The third, fourth and fifth made him cry out in pain. He could barely feel the last two, but tears pricked his eyes anyway, threatening to spill over, threatening him to lose composure in-front of the man who inflicted the pain in the first place.
“Hm.” Howard cocked his head slightly, mesmerised by the darkening red flesh beneath his fingertips. “Now are you going to behave?” Vince nodded frantically, all pretences of rebellion gone now; Howard never did things half heartedly.
“Good. You're going to be a good boy and do as I say then.” Howard was rubbing Vince's throbbing pink ass cheeks, soothing the bruised skin. “Get up and bend over the couch. Want to see you. Properly.”
Shakily, Vince did what was bid of him, twisting and resting his arms on the couch, pushing his ass up in the air for all to see. He heard Howard grunt in approval, and smirked, briefly glancing around to see the older man stepping out of his briefs and kneeling down.
Fizzling fervour rushed into one place as Howard used his thumbs to part Vince's ass cheeks and reveal the scarlet-coloured puckered ring of muscle that had brought him so much pleasure in recent times. He leant in and pressed soft, gentle kisses on it, feeling Vince jump and then moan at the contact. Smiling to himself, Howard slowly ran his wet tongue along the pink skin that surrounded Vince's asshole, in light corkscrew circles, winding tighter and tighter until his tongue was poking just inside his entrance.
“Oh God, more please, Sir.” Vince whined, his voice muffled by the pillows surrounding his face.
Ruthlessly, Howard darted his tongue back out and forcefully pushed inside Vince, opening up the tight ring of muscle. Vince was panting and writhing at this contact, so Howard grabbed at his swollen butt-cheeks and used them at leverage to push his mouth further against his clenching asshole.
By the end of it, Vince was practically begging to fucked, for Howard to make him come hard and fast. Howard, however, had different plans and when Vince felt something cold and slick being rubbed against his asshole, he jumped at the touch, knowing well what it was.
“Shh.” Howard whispered, stroking Vince's milky thighs soothingly. “You're going to be a good boy and let me do this to you.” He slid the lubed-up dildo part-way inside Vince's reasonably stretched entrance, and halted, letting his lover get used to it.
Vince physically tensed up around the foreign object, and then relaxed, feeling himself mould around its bumps and holes. Pleased, Howard pulled the toy out to the tip, then then pushed it back in again with a bit more force. He repeated this motion, in and out, in and out, watching Vince open up more and more for him.
“Ohh.” Vince moaned, twisting his head to peer at the older man behind him, on his knees, fucking him with the strange dildo.
Howard's cock twitched as he caught a glimpse of Vince's face; pink flushed cheeks, swollen red lips pulled into a little “o” shape, and glazed, drooping eyes tinged with the most intense blue Howard had ever seen.
“Oh God, Howard. Oh God, S-sir” Vince tilted his head back a little and closed his eyes as Howard switched on the vibrator. Immediately, the most wonderful buzzing sensation filled his body, and even though he could hear some sort of horrid jazz beat coming from behind him, he hardly cared at this point.
Howard switched the dildo a setting higher, and a smooth, deep bass number came on. A constant wave of pleasure coursed throughout Vince's body, but he still needed that final touch in a certain place to set him off. Frustrated, he arched his back, trying to pummel himself down on the vibrating dildo in an angle that would brush across his prostate. But Howard was ruthless and held him in place, fucking him with the object in a smooth, unhurried rhythm.
“You won't come until I say you can.” Howard growled. “Or else I will spank you so hard, I swear to fucking God.” Vince whimpered, feeling his cock jump at these words, which didn't help his case at all.
It seemed like forever, Howard flicking the switch to different settings way too soon to allow Vince to get used to one particular one, callously speeding up and slowing down in extremes. Vince felt like he was trapped in this constant state of cruel insanity, always teetering upon climax, but unable to dive over the edge. Constantly and always. He felt like he was running toward the one thing he wanted most in the whole world, but the more he ran, the more it would become out of reach. A flood of tears pricked his eyes, and off somewhere, he heard himself sob out loud. He wanted it so damn bad, if only, oh Lord he would give his fucking life for it. He hated Howard so much right now, oh dear Lord, dear fucking Lord, he would kill him, he would fucking kill the man, how he hated him, how he HATED him.
In one swift motion, Howard pulled out the dildo and plunged his lubed-up cock inside Vince. His thrusts were fast and frantic, and the more he slammed himself inside the man infront of him, his best friend, his lover, the more he crept toward completion.
Hot tears were running down Vince's cheeks now, and each time Howard's cock bumped so deliciously cruelly against his prostate, the more he doubted he would able to obey Howard's command. He knew it would only take a few more seconds and he come, everywhere, all over the fucking sofa and cushions, and then Howard would get mad and call him a little slut, you filthy whore, you dirty slag, look at this mess you made, shameless, fucking shameless.
Howard wrapped a sweaty palm around Vince's red, leaking cock.
“You can come now.” He whispered, almost tenderly.
Vince's world went white.
* *
Naboo and Bollo trudged up the stairs of the apartment, hardly able to walk. They had spent a good few hours blazing it up at Dennis's house-warming party, and now they were paying the price.
Naboo froze at the top of the stairs, feeling Bollo bump into him, almost knocking the small man over. There, on his fucking couch, were none other than Howard and Vince, stark naked, sprawled over each other in a tangle of sweaty limbs, clinging onto each other like the world depended on it. Howard's head was thrown over the sofa arm, his mouth half open, snoring softly. Vince was curled into his chest, sucking his thumb contently.
“Maybe Dennis put LSD into weed. For joke?” Bollo offered. Naboo shook his head, despite his desire for this theory to be true.
“No Bollo.” He said flatly. “Looks like I'm gonna be cleaning spooge off my couch this weekend. Better call the fumigators aswell. Oh come on, Bollo.”
Naboo whisked the stunned gorilla away from the sight of their naked house-mates, Bollo's insistent voice echoing in the hallway.
“I think they make cute couple anyway.”
“Oh shutup Bollo!”
The End.
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Date: 2009-06-28 07:34 pm (UTC)“I think they make cute couple anyway.”
“Oh shutup Bollo!”
<3 Bollo was soo cute!
Haha and the fumigators!
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Date: 2009-06-29 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-29 01:46 pm (UTC)I don't know... haha but either way I'm bloody glad you did it! lol
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Date: 2009-06-29 04:25 am (UTC)you've just made my life
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Date: 2009-06-29 04:37 am (UTC)I love your icon! *steals* Who made it? I need to credit em cos I'm all moral and stuff. =)
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Date: 2009-06-29 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-29 06:02 am (UTC)Nice <3
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Date: 2009-06-29 06:11 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed.
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Date: 2009-06-29 09:58 pm (UTC)And when Howard and Vince have sex in the living room...
And the occasional bit of dom!Howard...
The sexy trifecta! The trisexta!
Also, I love Naboo and Bollo walking in on things they might rather not walk in on... *giggle*
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Date: 2009-07-01 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-02 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-29 06:47 am (UTC)