Person of Interest Ficlet: Service
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Title: Service
Author: Mistress Kat /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Person of Interest
Pairing: Finch/Reese
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: John wants to stuff his mouth until he chokes, wants to drool and gag, to cry from it. Sometimes Harold lets him. Not this time.
Author notes: Was watching POI a few nights ago whilst chatting topushkin666 on IM. Then I apparently blew her brains out with this. Tidied up from the IM convo, this is nothing but a PWP.
Harold doesn’t fuck John's mouth as often as John would like. Instead he lets – lets, not demands, but instead allows, gives permission, sometimes invites even – John do all the work. After all, it’s a privilege and John knows it.
Harold sits there, in his finely tailored layers, all still and proper and in command, and watches John fall to his knees, watches the way his hands tremble, the way his breath stutters on the exhale, listens to him not ask if what he’s doing is okay because he knows Harold will tell him if he does something not wanted.
John loves it like this too; showing off just how skilfully he can undo belt and buttons, rubs his open mouth again the soft wool of Harold's trousers, not hiding at all how much he wants it. He nuzzles Harold's cock through his silk boxers, enough to get him fully hard but not so much that he'll start leaking because he knows Harold doesn’t like the mess.
Eventually, Harold lifts his hips slightly, with difficulty; his one concession for helping John out. He sighs when John takes him into his mouth, lets the pleasure relax him.
John is careful, uses all his talents to make it good; slow but not too slow, not as sloppy as he'd like either. John wants to stuff his mouth until he chokes, wants to drool and gag, to cry from it. Sometimes Harold lets him. Not this time.
When he's close to coming Harold reaches out with two fingers, not to warn John, no, because by now John can tell when Harold is about to come, but to simply touch him, to trace the short hairs at his temples, the sharp dip of his hollowed cheek, the stretch of mouth around Harold's cock. He makes a noise then, John does, a half-choked whine that makes Harold push his fingers into John's mouth, shoving them in there, hard and blunt alongside his cock.
John is louder than he thinks he is. If he's honest with himself – and Harold always is, he's got precious little else left – he has intimated he wants John quiet because he likes how hard John tries to suppress the sounds he makes, how badly he fails without realising.
John is achingly hard, just from this, from the weight of Harold's cock on his tongue, from being of service, of use, but he won't reach for himself. Harold doesn't like John to mess his own suits either. When Harold finally comes he makes a soft sound, a low hum that cuts straight through John's spine, makes him shudder and swallow around the bittersweet salt flooding his mouth.
He holds Harold until he grows soft again, then cleans him with small cautious licks, catching everything before tucking him back and carefully doing up his trousers. Harold's hand stays pressed against his face the whole time, fingers ghosting his skin, petting his hair. His 'thank you, John' is quiet, sincere, pleased, and John rests his face against Harold's knee, basking in the approval, secure in his place at Harold’s feet.
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Title: Service
Author: Mistress Kat /
kat_lairFandom: Person of Interest
Pairing: Finch/Reese
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: John wants to stuff his mouth until he chokes, wants to drool and gag, to cry from it. Sometimes Harold lets him. Not this time.
Author notes: Was watching POI a few nights ago whilst chatting to
pushkin666 on IM. Then I apparently blew her brains out with this. Tidied up from the IM convo, this is nothing but a PWP.Harold doesn’t fuck John's mouth as often as John would like. Instead he lets – lets, not demands, but instead allows, gives permission, sometimes invites even – John do all the work. After all, it’s a privilege and John knows it.
Harold sits there, in his finely tailored layers, all still and proper and in command, and watches John fall to his knees, watches the way his hands tremble, the way his breath stutters on the exhale, listens to him not ask if what he’s doing is okay because he knows Harold will tell him if he does something not wanted.
John loves it like this too; showing off just how skilfully he can undo belt and buttons, rubs his open mouth again the soft wool of Harold's trousers, not hiding at all how much he wants it. He nuzzles Harold's cock through his silk boxers, enough to get him fully hard but not so much that he'll start leaking because he knows Harold doesn’t like the mess.
Eventually, Harold lifts his hips slightly, with difficulty; his one concession for helping John out. He sighs when John takes him into his mouth, lets the pleasure relax him.
John is careful, uses all his talents to make it good; slow but not too slow, not as sloppy as he'd like either. John wants to stuff his mouth until he chokes, wants to drool and gag, to cry from it. Sometimes Harold lets him. Not this time.
When he's close to coming Harold reaches out with two fingers, not to warn John, no, because by now John can tell when Harold is about to come, but to simply touch him, to trace the short hairs at his temples, the sharp dip of his hollowed cheek, the stretch of mouth around Harold's cock. He makes a noise then, John does, a half-choked whine that makes Harold push his fingers into John's mouth, shoving them in there, hard and blunt alongside his cock.
John is louder than he thinks he is. If he's honest with himself – and Harold always is, he's got precious little else left – he has intimated he wants John quiet because he likes how hard John tries to suppress the sounds he makes, how badly he fails without realising.
John is achingly hard, just from this, from the weight of Harold's cock on his tongue, from being of service, of use, but he won't reach for himself. Harold doesn't like John to mess his own suits either. When Harold finally comes he makes a soft sound, a low hum that cuts straight through John's spine, makes him shudder and swallow around the bittersweet salt flooding his mouth.
He holds Harold until he grows soft again, then cleans him with small cautious licks, catching everything before tucking him back and carefully doing up his trousers. Harold's hand stays pressed against his face the whole time, fingers ghosting his skin, petting his hair. His 'thank you, John' is quiet, sincere, pleased, and John rests his face against Harold's knee, basking in the approval, secure in his place at Harold’s feet.
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on 2015-08-15 01:20 pm (UTC)Not my fandom or my kinks and still you make it hot!!!111
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on 2015-08-15 01:31 pm (UTC)p.s. Thanks for the excellent wincest ficlet prompts elsewhere, I'm definitely cogitating on some of them! <3
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on 2015-08-15 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-08-15 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-08-15 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-08-15 01:42 pm (UTC)Some of my favourite lines:
Harold sits there, in his finely tailored layers, all still and proper and in command
The contrast between John's shameless neediness and Harold's calm is so delicious.
He sighs when John takes him into his mouth, lets the pleasure relax him.
Harold relaxing, at all, ever. Relaxing because John has him, because he has John where he wants him. Yummmmmmmm.
a half-choked whine that makes Harold push his fingers into John's mouth, shoving them in there, hard and blunt alongside his cock.
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John is achingly hard, just from this, from the weight of Harold's cock on his tongue, from being of service, of use, but he won't reach for himself.
John's self-denial, so in character. This line along with the title is just the best thing ever.
Thanks so much for writing and sharing this!
P.S. Out of curiosity, which ep/s inspired this? <3
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on 2015-08-15 02:48 pm (UTC)I'm so with you about how everything about John Reese basically screams how much he needs to be needed, to be of use, and how utterly imprinted he is on Harold. And seriously, if they had him fall to his knees at Harold's feet in canon, it would still feel utterly in character. Like here, fandom doesn't even have to exaggerate even little.
Thank you so much for your awesome comment, I'm particularly pleased that the 'fingers in mouth' bit worked for you (one of my favourite kinks that *g*) and that the whole 'service' vibe feels appropriate.
Heh, it wasn't the particular episode as such (think it was 3.20 or 3.21), just that it been a while since I've watched the show and was overcome by all the FEELS about these two again :D
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on 2015-08-15 04:31 pm (UTC)Heh, he kinda already did? I know he was close to death at the time but Harold shows up behind him in that scene in 3x10 and John just slumps to the floor with exhaustion and Harold follows him down. Same with 4x11 when he jumps in front of the bullet for him.
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on 2015-08-19 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-09-10 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
on 2015-09-14 08:50 am (UTC)Sadly, as you have already discovered I'm sure, I haven't written that much in this fandom at all :( But I have an idfic with d/s elements in the works and yesterday was infected with another plot bunny so maybe more is forthcoming at some point...
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on 2015-09-14 05:41 pm (UTC)Oh, god, yes, please write them! *enables* I would love to read more by you!