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Feasting With Panthers by Kitty Fisher (NC-17)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 50k, c9000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyfisher
Author Website: Kitty Fisher's Devine Madness
Why this must be read: Because the passion of this story melts me every time - Fisher's got a great sense of balance, B/D's love for each other weighing against their sheer lust weighing against the tangled way people's minds and hearts work. She makes BDSM work for the lads as we see them in canon - there are reasons they each have their own more unusual needs, and at the heart of those reasons is very clearly the fact that they love and need each other, even when it all starts to go wrong. I have absolutely no doubt, through this story, that the lads will be together in a year's time, in ten year's time, in another lifetime, and it's that sort of passion I look for in Prosfic.
We begin with the lads solidly together, at a time when everything is perfect - except that there's something else Doyle wants, something else he needs. He'll live without it if he has to, for the sake of having Bodie at all, but if there were any way to let him know... and then there is, and Bodie knows, and takes to that need so easily... too easily...
Excerpt: The tip of Doyle's tongue snaked out, flicking across a nipple, making Bodie murmur and flex in response. Slant eyes fever–bright, Doyle watched it peak into a hard nub of pleasure and shivered. Lapping like a cat, the sensory input from his tongue spreading through every part of his body, he sighed, and opening his mouth sucked hard. Bodie moaned with the rhythmic pressure, but made no move of his own. Pressed against the sheets Doyle's own nipples ached to be touched, but he ignored them; this was for Bodie.
And himself.
Restraint as eroticism.
It was almost as good as restriction.
Tonguing wetly down Bodie's torso Doyle licked into the dip of belly button, flicking it with his tongue.
Bodie arched and groaned. "Ray..."
Soon, sweetheart, soon. Silent, Doyle kept the words to himself, his mouth too engaged to reply.
Burrowing under the covers, smiling, licking at white thighs, Doyle laughed. Oh, yes. Bodie's cock, sculpted in ivory tinted with rose, lay in wait for him. Lovely. And all for me. He felt dizzy with anticipation, and swallowed hard as the cock pulsed, a bead of crystal forming at its tip. All mine.
Tonguing the shaft, feeling the body around him shiver in response, he let the slow sensations build, until the veined flesh glistened. He paused and dipped his tongue into the slit, tantalising until Bodie groaned, his pelvis rising off the bed in need. Ray licked the head again, his stomach fluttering with frantic desire as he tasted his first drops of Bodie's pleasure. Sweet, so very sweet. Surrendering himself to both their need, Ray surrounded the cock with his mouth, letting his head drop, consuming, the smoothness hypnotising, the act taking every particle of himself and giving it to Bodie.
The shaft deep in his mouth, his own cock weeping with frustrated need as the round head hit the back of his throat, Doyle moaned and sucked hard. Position adjusted he fought the reflex need to gag; Bodie's length too great to allow this act with ease. Beautiful. He could feel the tension reaching critical force within Bodie's smooth body, and he shuddered as frantic hands reached for his head.
Yes Bodie, go on. Hold me. Use me.
Feasting With Panthers
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 50k, c9000 words
Author on LJ:
kittyfisherAuthor Website: Kitty Fisher's Devine Madness
Why this must be read: Because the passion of this story melts me every time - Fisher's got a great sense of balance, B/D's love for each other weighing against their sheer lust weighing against the tangled way people's minds and hearts work. She makes BDSM work for the lads as we see them in canon - there are reasons they each have their own more unusual needs, and at the heart of those reasons is very clearly the fact that they love and need each other, even when it all starts to go wrong. I have absolutely no doubt, through this story, that the lads will be together in a year's time, in ten year's time, in another lifetime, and it's that sort of passion I look for in Prosfic.
We begin with the lads solidly together, at a time when everything is perfect - except that there's something else Doyle wants, something else he needs. He'll live without it if he has to, for the sake of having Bodie at all, but if there were any way to let him know... and then there is, and Bodie knows, and takes to that need so easily... too easily...
Excerpt: The tip of Doyle's tongue snaked out, flicking across a nipple, making Bodie murmur and flex in response. Slant eyes fever–bright, Doyle watched it peak into a hard nub of pleasure and shivered. Lapping like a cat, the sensory input from his tongue spreading through every part of his body, he sighed, and opening his mouth sucked hard. Bodie moaned with the rhythmic pressure, but made no move of his own. Pressed against the sheets Doyle's own nipples ached to be touched, but he ignored them; this was for Bodie.
And himself.
Restraint as eroticism.
It was almost as good as restriction.
Tonguing wetly down Bodie's torso Doyle licked into the dip of belly button, flicking it with his tongue.
Bodie arched and groaned. "Ray..."
Soon, sweetheart, soon. Silent, Doyle kept the words to himself, his mouth too engaged to reply.
Burrowing under the covers, smiling, licking at white thighs, Doyle laughed. Oh, yes. Bodie's cock, sculpted in ivory tinted with rose, lay in wait for him. Lovely. And all for me. He felt dizzy with anticipation, and swallowed hard as the cock pulsed, a bead of crystal forming at its tip. All mine.
Tonguing the shaft, feeling the body around him shiver in response, he let the slow sensations build, until the veined flesh glistened. He paused and dipped his tongue into the slit, tantalising until Bodie groaned, his pelvis rising off the bed in need. Ray licked the head again, his stomach fluttering with frantic desire as he tasted his first drops of Bodie's pleasure. Sweet, so very sweet. Surrendering himself to both their need, Ray surrounded the cock with his mouth, letting his head drop, consuming, the smoothness hypnotising, the act taking every particle of himself and giving it to Bodie.
The shaft deep in his mouth, his own cock weeping with frustrated need as the round head hit the back of his throat, Doyle moaned and sucked hard. Position adjusted he fought the reflex need to gag; Bodie's length too great to allow this act with ease. Beautiful. He could feel the tension reaching critical force within Bodie's smooth body, and he shuddered as frantic hands reached for his head.
Yes Bodie, go on. Hold me. Use me.
Feasting With Panthers
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