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2minsforslashingLook, look! I wrote! Tada. Porn muse strikes again! Of course it's in the person of Fedor Fedorov. Who else?
Title: Untitled
Author: Skye-chan
Date: 3/4/09
Word Count: 363
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fedor Fedorov/Jonathan Ericsson (Neftekhimik/Detroit Red Wings)
Genre: ...Smut.
Disclaimers: Sadly, this isn't true, nor are they mine. I don’t own them, though they could own me if they really wanted to. I just like to torture them, and then cuddle them afterwards.
Author‘s Note: Yeah. Fedor gave me this while on the train, on the way to work, and it was in my head ALL DAY. Thanks, Fedor. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deux because I don't think I ever wrote her anything for Christmas. XD
Feedback: Is loved like a goal made by Nikky Zherdev. Or a game won by the Columbus Blue Jackets.
Fedor doesn't think Jon has ever looked as gorgeous as he does at this exact moment; when he's sitting in between Fedor's legs, leaning back against him, mile long legs spread almost impossibly wide as he rocks his hips up and into Fedor's hands, shamelessly, wordlessly begging for Fedor to press his fingers deeper just with the sounds coming from his mouth. And when Fedor pulls his hands back, he gets such a needy, pleading whine, he almost lowers them again but instead, he just curls them against Jon's hips, lifts the other just a little so he can shift underneath him, positioning himself before he pulls the other down, sheathing himself in tight, tight heat and the sound of Jon's cry washes over him almost as much as that heat, licking up and down his spine.
"It's in your hands now, Jonny..." Is his rough murmur against Jon's ear, voice almost a growl, and he hasn't even finished the sentence before Jon is moving, shifting, searching for that angle to get more of Fedor, get him deeper, and Fedor is just along for the ride, and really, he'd have it no other way. He just settles back, rocking up to Jon every time the other moves down to him again, relishing each cry and pant that slips from the younger male's mouth. And then he shifts, and the cry increases tenfold as that small, infinitesimal movement makes Fedor brush against the one area that makes Jon's back arch and shudder. Just a few more times of slowly grinding against that spot as much as he can as Fedor thrusts up to meet Jon, and Jon's shaking against him as he loses control, spilling hard and fast, and it drags Fedor's own orgasm out of him with a shaky groan, fingers digging into the younger's hips.
Slowly, slowly he relaxes down, hands pulling Jon down with him, and the other just curls into him with a shaky sigh before stretching for a slow kiss, which Fedor gladly returns. When they part, Fedor grins.
"I know it's a couple days late, but happy birthday."
Jon just laughs, shaking his head, leaning for another kiss.
Title: Untitled
Author: Skye-chan
Date: 3/4/09
Word Count: 363
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fedor Fedorov/Jonathan Ericsson (Neftekhimik/Detroit Red Wings)
Genre: ...Smut.
Disclaimers: Sadly, this isn't true, nor are they mine. I don’t own them, though they could own me if they really wanted to. I just like to torture them, and then cuddle them afterwards.
Author‘s Note: Yeah. Fedor gave me this while on the train, on the way to work, and it was in my head ALL DAY. Thanks, Fedor. For
deux because I don't think I ever wrote her anything for Christmas. XDFeedback: Is loved like a goal made by Nikky Zherdev. Or a game won by the Columbus Blue Jackets.
Fedor doesn't think Jon has ever looked as gorgeous as he does at this exact moment; when he's sitting in between Fedor's legs, leaning back against him, mile long legs spread almost impossibly wide as he rocks his hips up and into Fedor's hands, shamelessly, wordlessly begging for Fedor to press his fingers deeper just with the sounds coming from his mouth. And when Fedor pulls his hands back, he gets such a needy, pleading whine, he almost lowers them again but instead, he just curls them against Jon's hips, lifts the other just a little so he can shift underneath him, positioning himself before he pulls the other down, sheathing himself in tight, tight heat and the sound of Jon's cry washes over him almost as much as that heat, licking up and down his spine.
"It's in your hands now, Jonny..." Is his rough murmur against Jon's ear, voice almost a growl, and he hasn't even finished the sentence before Jon is moving, shifting, searching for that angle to get more of Fedor, get him deeper, and Fedor is just along for the ride, and really, he'd have it no other way. He just settles back, rocking up to Jon every time the other moves down to him again, relishing each cry and pant that slips from the younger male's mouth. And then he shifts, and the cry increases tenfold as that small, infinitesimal movement makes Fedor brush against the one area that makes Jon's back arch and shudder. Just a few more times of slowly grinding against that spot as much as he can as Fedor thrusts up to meet Jon, and Jon's shaking against him as he loses control, spilling hard and fast, and it drags Fedor's own orgasm out of him with a shaky groan, fingers digging into the younger's hips.
Slowly, slowly he relaxes down, hands pulling Jon down with him, and the other just curls into him with a shaky sigh before stretching for a slow kiss, which Fedor gladly returns. When they part, Fedor grins.
"I know it's a couple days late, but happy birthday."
Jon just laughs, shaking his head, leaning for another kiss.
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