Green Wing Drabble: Phallic

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My darling ginnystar wanted birthday drabbles in a variety of fandoms, which is why I’m posting them in separate entries (why yes, I am anal). Here’s the first one, rest later.

 

Green Wing | Boyce/Statham | R

Phallic
(no prompt – therefore all the sordidness can be attributed directly to me) 

 

“A-gah-cock!”

Boyce smiles serenely. “Ooh, Dr. Statham. I love it when you talk dirty.” 

“Where is it?”

“Your cock?” Boyce slants a look downwards. “Well—” 

Statham pushes his finger under Boyce’s nose. “I’m referring to another essential symbol of authority; my-my wielding, waving…”

“Wand?” 

“…poking, thrusting…” He wraps his fists in the lapels of Boyce’s jacket, shaking him back and forth.

Boyce makes a complicated noise. “Rod?” he gasps. 

“...jabbing, prodding…”

 “Truncheon?” Boyce shivers delicately, leaning closer. 

Statham exhales, open-mouthed and loud. “F-f-f-fuck you!”

“Maybe later,” Boyce whispers and hands Statham the pointer. “Here. I was… polishing it for you.”